Let Me Tell You 'Bout My Boyfriend

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Water dropped from the sky like bullets, heavy and cold. Thunder cracked above and i watched with dismay from the shop window, knowing I'd have to walk in that.
I watched as pedestrians hurried left and right to get to their cars, or under an awning. The walk wasn't too far but with the heavy downpour it would feel like a century.
Reluctantly, I stepped out into the rain. I began with a bolt, running down the side walk to turn the usual ten minute walk into five.
And then it changed to a jog because trying to run in crocs was a death wish, with little friction on the gravel. Being clumsy didn't help much at all. I walked down my usual path, trying to keep under the trees. But even that didn't stop the rain.

By the time I had gotten even halfway home, my socks were sopping, my hair drenched and I was shivering like hell.
Goodness..
I came to a cross section, waiting somewhat impatiently for the cars to stop so that I could go.

I crossed his arms, trying to keep myself warm. I thought, I would definitely get a cold.

And then I realized the rain no longer padded onto my skin, instead drumming above me. I glanced up to see an umbrella and soon spun around. I was met with a large bulky body, and it startled me. When did that person get there?
A tall man watched me curiously,  making sure to hold the umbrella over me even as I moved away. He even got rained on himself because of it.

I was a little surprised to see him. Before then, I had never met a black person before, and his height and size was impressive. Broad shoulders, well sculpted muscles that I could see flex a little as he bent his arm. Pretty, neat locs of hair that reached just past his eyes. And chocolate skin that would surely be golden if the sun had been out. Pretty full lips, the top a rich brown and the bottom a peachy pink that made me wonder if his lips would taste like that. And he had dull brown eyes that seemed more black than anything, but goodness the way he looked at me with them had me squirming.

I appreciated the man's effort but I couldn't help but to feel bad. He began to speak, so figured the stranger couldn't speak Korean.. my his English wasn't the best at that time either.
So I waved my hands no, even tried to push the umbrella away. The man didn't budge, instead smiling. What a beautiful set of pearly whites; straight and clean. Watching his smile stretch onto his face had the me 'awww'ing.

"Don't." I attempted, but the man continued on.

"Why not?" He asked. He had a pretty Georgian accent, it made him even more charismatic. Though to me it sounded more like, whaah nawt. It wasn't a big difference but I had only learned standard english. The way he pronounced his words were with a southern drawl; goodness, it was sexy. Even I could admit that.
But I frowned a little, confused on what he said. He reached for his phone but soon the traffic light flashed red and it was time to cross. And grief, I felt so bad having the man trail behind me with the umbrella. People gave me looks, eyeing me as if I was a celebrity.
I probably looked like it when a big guy was following me around so closely like he was security.

When we got to the other end of the street, I turned back to the stranger. "Okay, go." My voice was stern yet gentle, and the man only stared at me as if he didn't understand what I said.

This whole situation was confusing..
Finally, the man reached to grab my hand and wrapped it around the handle of the umbrella. I sighed softly. "No,  I won't take this!"
What was wrong with this guy? Why didn't he listen to him?
The guy makes a sign with his hand, and I pull my phone out as requested. Reluctantly, I gave it to him, but stuck close in case the man would try to run away with it. Not because he was black, but rather because his behavior was weird. He opened the call app and called his own number!

What was going on here? Then he spoke up once more. "Take it, and return it to me later. You got my number now."
And before I could even protest, the stranger was turning away. I tried to chase after him and return it right then and there but the man wouldn't take it; he even ignored me. Defeated, I turned to continue on my way home.