Share an Umbrella The ring rang, and students jammed out the classroom. I cleaned up slowly becauae I didn' t want to nudge my way through them. After my classmates all went away, I began to leave my seat. Unfortunately, it was rainy, and I forgot to bring an umbrella with me. I turned around to see if there were my acquiaintances. I found my classmate of my first grade. After that scorching summer, she changed her major so we are no longer classmates. I approached to her and asked if she had an umbrella. She nodded. She wore a black T-shirt. She had a dry, warm, soft smell. I didn' t know why, but I was a little shy and delight. Since we walked shoulder to shoulder, I could only see her side face. My gaze settled on her hand. I thought it is a dry, warm and soft hand. The bones beneath her skin had a good-looking shape and curve. We didn' t have much to talk. I would say that I am more nervous than embarrassed. She was friendly and gentle. She didn' t show any boredom to my silence. Then we said goodbye to each other.