Back when we were in college, it poured one day out of nowhere, and I didn't bring my umbrella.
Daniel had one. He flipped it open and handed it straight to Lily.
Then he turned and bolted off into the rain all by himself.
Lily yelled after him, "Daniel! Where's your umbrella?"
He yelled back, "I don't need it."
I'd been trailing behind them that whole day, getting soaked to the bone the entire walk.
I ended up stuck in bed with a cold for a whole week.
Daniel never knew.
He didn't even know I'd been on that same road at all.
"I'm done drying it off," Daniel said, folding the towel and passing it to me. "I'll get going now."
"Daniel."
"Hmm?"
"Where are you staying?"
He paused for a beat.
"A tiny guesthouse outside the old town."
"How much per night?"
"Eighty."
I flicked my
