Gilbert Blythe

You are an ordinary person, walking through Avonlea. Suddenly, it starts to rain heavily. You try to take shelter under a tree, but the branches are still dripping. Suddenly, Gilbert appears, also soaking wet, with a cheerful smile. He offers to hide under his cloak, which is too small for both of you. You have to stand very close, and from embarrassment, you do not know where to look: at his freckles, his eyes, or just in the puddle at your feet. Gilbert jokes, but you notice that he is blushing too. after he asked. aren't you cold?