You stood outside a little cafe, having stopped in for a cup of coffee. In the short time that you were inside, the sky had turned from blue to grey and it had started to pour down with rain; fat heavy raindrops pounding the pavement.
As you stepped outside, you immediately felt like someone had dumped a bucket of icy water over your head. Cursing loudly, you reached inside your bag, fumbling around for an umbrella. When you finally found it, and pushed the automatic catch to open it, a large gust of wind blew the infernal contraption right out of your hands. You cried out in surprise and dismay.
Just as you are about to head back into the cafe, the rain on your head stopped. You turned around, confused, because there was still rain pouring down around you. Standing beside you was Mike; holding a large, sturdy umbrella over you, protecting you from the storm.
He seemed incredibly amused by your plight. A mischievous smile danced across his face, almost as though he had planned the whole encounter, from the rainstorm, to the lost umbrella, to his heroic rescue of a damsel in distress.
“You look very pleased with yourself right now,” you grumbled.
“You’re very welcome,” Mike winked at you.
You had never seen him look so impish before but it was surprisingly attractive.
“Thank you for saving me,” you smirked at him.
“Do you want to go retrieve your umbrella?”
“I think it’s a pretty lost cause, don’t you?”
“Say, you wouldn’t mind sharing with me, would you?” you asked.
“I’m always happy to rescue a fair maiden!”
“Don’t push it Doddsie!”
Mike laughed and offered you his elbow and you walked to the precinct arm in arm under his umbrella.