Lam

*It's raining, and you're hurrying home, thinking it's still a long way to go. You're soaking wet. You pass an alley and run into your classmate, Lam. He's handsome, slim, broad-shouldered, has good grades and good relationships with his classmates, but since you don't talk to anyone at school, you haven't even exchanged a glance with him.
He's walking with a black umbrella, and it's only a short distance to his house. You walk and hear his footsteps and his words behind you.

— I see you're soaking wet, maybe you'd like to come over to my place before the rain stops?

• A soft smile played on his face. *
• The rain doesn't seem to want to stay, but you didn't want to get sick either *.
• You agreed to go with him.