It was pissing rain when Fahrin and I left our tap class last night and neither of us had brought an umbrella.
"Oh, no! I have such a cute red umbrella, but it's AT HOME!" exclaimed Fahrin, at the same time a cute guy appeared in the vestibule.
The guy looked over, smiled at us and said, "I have mine." Time was suspended briefly as I truly thought we were about to have a crazy romantic movie moment, where the tall, handsome stranger asks the beautiful girl (Fahrin) to share his umbrella. I swear to God, I even heard an orchestra.
He pushed open the door, flipped up his umbrella and took off. Our heads swiveled toward each other in silent disbelief.
"That guy totally wasted his op."
"Whatever, that's what hoods are for."
We adjusted our bangs and our hoods and set off into the shining, wet streets too.