Yellow

“Don’t you worry. Next time I will bring my own umbrella so I won’t pester you again.”

“You don’t have to bring your umbrella anymore,” he said.

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “But why?”

Carl made a sidelong glance as his eyes wandered somewhere in his right direction. He started laughing. It was the same feathery laugh that I heard moments ago.

Then he turned to me and wore a beautiful smile in his lips.

“Do you know how long I have waited for this opportunity to come just so I can spend this moment with you, under my yellow umbrella?”