Alright, alright. {’laughs as he gently pushes her in front of him, glancing over to check the signal before making their way across the street.} Why? I like rain. We can share an umbrella together if it does, that sounds pretty nice. {’makes his way to the side, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and snorting a chuckle.} Man, stop taking my job. That’s my line to you.
I don’t like the rain. My feet get wet. {` she lets him guide her blindly, her mouth twisting to the side } Also. I feel like half the time you would let me under the umbrella, but the other half you would laugh and let me get wet. {` leans into him slightly, looking up at him with a big grin } Nuh uh. It’s my job now.












