Mr. Gentleman

Prologue

The rain was pouring, everything was silent in the dark atmosphere. Only the moon's light and street lights were somehow making it easier to look. The satisfying sound of pouring rain over leaves and roofs could be heard, when slowly the crushing sound of somebody walking over wet leaves took over.

With an umbrella in hand, he was taking slow steps forward on the wet road. There was a slight smile on his face when he thought about the events of this whole day. Not caring about the time, he was roaming around controlling himself from squealing any moment now. There was hardly any vehicle seen. No doubt it was already late.

Then he came across a partition of the road into two parts, where he had to take the right one.

With a sudden change in his surroundings, he could hear another person's steps from the opposite of where he was moving. The sound was coming from the left side. Not being curious about it anymore he continued walking when a thought came to his mind.

Will the person have an umbrella?

That was a possibility. And because the rain started just about twenty minutes ago, it was probably true that the person was getting wet. It didn't bother him too much, though. He continued walking.

What if the person is an old citizen?

Now that's something to care about. But what could he even do? He was already a bit far from where he heard the steps. If he turned around to take a glimpse, it would lead him to be late to home. If only it wasn't for his scary sister's scoldings, he would have helped that guy, or maybe grandpa? Let's assume the person to be a cute old granny.

But it's already cold...granny must be shivering.

If he just goes and makes sure that granny is fit and fine, it wouldn't take him an year to reach back home. Stupid sisters could be ignored for a while.

I'm coming to the rescue, granny.

He turned around and ran all the way back to where he heard the footsteps from. But, granny wasn't visible anymore.

How fast can a granny go? Faster than Siddharth Nigam? Nah.

After running ahead and looking every corner to look for granny, atlast he once again came across the footsteps; Which he could hear from his left.

Finally, granny.

As he moved forward, he couldn't see any granny. Instead it was a girl walking with medium and slightly fast steps in the rain without caring of her being wet. He could see her from behind, and as he assumed, she didn't have any umbrella with her. Not any raincoat as well if you're thinking of it.

But then it clicks him, "Shoot, this isn't any granny. Time wasted.".

But he ran all the way back for granny, even though she is non-existing, he couldn't let his effort slip away.

Let's rescue the girl instead.

He took steps forward and slowly approached the girl, held the umbrella over her head, letting the rain pour over him.

The girl stopped on her tracks after feeling that the rain suddenly stopped rinsing her. She turned around to meet two hazel eyes staring right back at her. He had an umbrella in his hand, which blocked the rain from making her wet, but allowed the rain to pour over himself.

Beautiful.

She watched how the rain made contact with his dry body, making him wet with the cold yet calming water. Her eyes never left his though.

He slowly took his left hand down to her right hand, and made her fingers get wrapped around the umbrella's handle, still staring at her. When he successfully handed the umbrella to her, he took his hand back and smiled at her saying,

"Because I'm a gentleman.".

Breaking the eye contact, he slowly turned around and started walking after stuffing his hands in his pockets. He had almost reached the right turn of the road when he heard the sound of something being thrown at the wet surface of the road.

He turned around to witness the umbrella lying on the floor, and the girl yet again, getting wet by the rain with her arms crossed. The girl's eyes didn't leave his face for even a moment now.

Then he suddenly sees a flash approaching from the right of the girl. As the lights got nearer, he gets to know they're the headlights of a truck. The truck passes right by the girl, crashing the umbrella that lay in between the road and going straight not caring of what it just destroyed.

The girl un-crossed her arms and turned around beginning to walk. Then stopped, turned around and once again locked her eyes with the boy.

"'Cause I'm not a gentle - girl."