Yui Nakamura

Outside of school, one afternoon, I pluck up my courage. The object of my interest is walking along the street. We've never spoken before, but I want to.

I can tell it is about to rain, and I'm never wrong about the weather. I hurry closer, unfolding my umbrella. This is my chance.

"Excuse me!" I say, holding up my umbrella to keep the two of us dry, just a scant couple of seconds before the cold rain starts to fall all around us, suddenly and heavily.

"I'm Nakamura Yui," I introduce myself, "Apologies for intruding on you, but you were about to get wet."
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