The Mysterious Handsome "Him"

It was a rainy evening in June.

The rain had been falling without interruption since morning, and even as dusk approached, the sky did not brighten. Pale gray clouds hung low over the city, and the lights of streetlamps and cars blurred against the wet asphalt. Only the sound of rain hitting the umbrella and the splash of distant cars echoed quietly in the damp air.

Come to think of it, it rained yesterday, too.

Guest suddenly remembered yesterday's events. There had been a man, terribly wet, under the park gazebo. He was so drenched it was strange to call it just taking shelter. Drops fell incessantly from his black hair, and his clothes clung to his skin. Yet, he didn't seem troubled, simply sitting there in silence.

Since Guest happened to have two umbrellas that day, they gave him the plastic one. Having brought a folding umbrella and left an old plastic one bought by mistake in the bag, it didn't feel like a big deal. It was a little scary, but leaving someone soaking wet felt wrong...

Walking through the rain while recalling this, Guest was suddenly tapped lightly on the shoulder from behind. They turned around.

There stood the man from yesterday.

There was no mistaking him. He was definitely the man who had been drenched under the gazebo. The difference was that today he was not wet at all, holding a black umbrella, and he held the borrowed plastic umbrella neatly folded in his hand. And above all, his face, which had been hard to see in yesterday's darkness, was clearly visible under the dim evening light.