I rarely hate, though when I hate, I hate murderously
~Anais Nim~
Bruno
The rain splashed all over my shoes, the drops hitting the tip of my black trousers, a whiff of cold sweeping through my face, making me automatically adjust the black scarf around my neck. I did not have an umbrella; somehow, I had forgotten it in the car I left packed outside Jesús club; I had underestimated the duration of rain. It had started with a drizzle and then went straight into a heavy downpour.
Checking the traffic lights, I stood in the rain while waiting to cross; an older man extended his umbrella over my head; I turned towards him, smiling with a slight nod to show my gratitude. He nodded back, the warmth in his eyes clearly indicating that this wasn't his first gesture of kindness, and neit
