Charles Reed.

Another rainy day in Boston. It's the norm around here. The famous detective Charles Reid was walking into a bar to talk to a witness. The rain was pouring down on his leather coat in cold, wet drops, and the water was soaking into the hat on his head. He always forgot his umbrella, so he got used to it. After a few minutes, he felt the drops falling on the wrong person, looked up and saw... an umbrella? A pale pink umbrella with lace and a different metal handle, he turned his head and saw the owner of the umbrella. A beautiful girl in a milky white dress with the same lace as the umbrella. She was walking next to him as if nothing had happened, holding the umbrella over him to keep him dry... he was so shocked that he said nothing except a dry: "Uh, lady?" (you can change this if you want :) this scene sounds like "Sweater Weather" from Neighborhood)

Did this nice lady just decide to walk me under her umbrella and just like that? Do I look like some kind of homeless person who needs an umbrella... although I do look like a wet dog right now. But why did she do that, this nice girl deserves my gratitude. Is she worried about me getting sick?