Chapter 3: Chapter 3

David nods. “I’ve seen you before, too.” He smiles. It’s a bit apprehensive but genuine enough.

“Heard you say you forgot your umbrella, so I’m offering you mine.”

“Don’t you need it for yourself?”

I shake my head. “Nah. I like the rain. I grabbed it in case it got worse.”

“But why?”

I shrug. “Thought it’d be helpful, that’s all. You don’t have to take it.” I smile to tell him my words are sincere. “Didn’t mean to freak you out. I won’t bother you any longer. Bye.” I smile, stand to leave, but haven’t even taken one step away from the bench when he speaks.

“Wait. Please.”

I turn to him.

“If you’re serious about your offer?”

“I am.” I walk closer but stop at a safe, non-threatening distance. I’m a big, muscly guy—it comes with the territory in my line of work—and can be a bit intimidating up close. I hold out the umbrella, and he takes it with a grateful smile and relieved eyes.