Sugarfull

It had started innocently—probably innocently—when he was walking into the Lantsov building at the same time she was walking by it. The rain was coming down hard and an errant bluster completely wrecked what little was left of her umbrella’s structural integrity. He’d heard her curse, the little gasp she gave as the wind nearly took her off her feet, and hesitated for only a moment before dashing back into the rain with his umbrella already halfway open again.“Keep it,” he’d said with a warm smile, taking her old ratty umbrella from nerveless fingers and wrapping her hand around the handle of his.