Another rainy day. And I once again forgot my umbrella.
Some guy sat on the wooden bench to my left, dropped his business bag at his feet and took out today's journal. Confused as to why not even a single drop of water stained his grey suit, I found myself staring at him for a long minute before the stranger ran off.
What?
Wait, he forgot his bag! I too started running, his bag in hand, making sure I didn't get left behind.
"Sir! Your bag, you forgot your bag!"
How is he even running that fast in those painful looking shoes, I can only imagine the blisters he'll get once he takes them off.
"Sir, please, your bag!"
After all he must be feeling some sort of pain, because I am slowly but surely catching up with him. As I turn the corner I see him again, speeding up I finally get within an arm distance from him. Just a bit close- AaAAh!
Falling face first on the pavement I let out a yell of fear.
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rainy day
RandomA guy in his twenties was sitting on a bench on a rainy day. What could go wrong?
