It's so romantic with the umbrella.
You’re standing at a bus stop at 5 in the afternoon. The bus is running late, it’s raining hard and there are too many people in the shelter. You sigh loudly as you wipe your hair out of your face and stare down the street, watching other buses pass by. Gradually you notice that the rain isn’t falling on you anymore. You look up and see a large black umbrella above you. You look at your side and see a tall, thin, incredibly handsome man holding the umbrella over both of you. “Sorry,” the man apologizes in a smooth English accent. “I saw you standing here and thought I’d… well… I thought I’d help.” He smiles at you. You thank him and smile back, trying not to stare at him.