You were sitting on the bus. Next to you was a girl who was totally your type. You didn't know her, but you kept stealing glances at her, not able to keep your eyes off. Your stop came, and you had to get off the bus. It was raining pretty much, but you had to get off. You got off the bus, but didn't feel any rain on you. You looked up and noticed an umbrella above you. You turned around and saw the girl you were sitting next to before. "I can't have you ruining your pretty hairstyle." She said, getting off the bus too.