It’s a raining, pouring, absolutely soaked, kind of day. I’m wearing my boots, they’ve got a good grip on the slippery pavement and they’re warm, I love warm things and the rain, I love the rain too, the after smell, the sound, the way it waters the flowers and the trees, although the slipping and the sliding is quite embarrassing.

Water splashes against my face not from the sky though? An umbrella?

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” a girl, short, young and apologetic.

“No worries, it’s raining so I’m bound to get wet anyway,” I tell her with a wave of my hand and a small smile to make her feel comfortable enough to walk on her way without feeling guilty or embarrassed. She smiles, rosey cheeked and nose to match, a happy smile, embarrassed but relieved, wild slightly wet curly hair.

I watch her go past with a yellow umbrella, a big one too, four times the size of a regular fold up one, she looks to be in a rush though, quick steps, slipping and a little bit sliding.

Although she seemed to be just fine walking on her way, each step slipping but enough to keep her up. Except for the last one that I, in a split second thought, decided I would be the best person for the job of saving her from falling.

Except, well, I wasn’t.

Considering when I grabbed her arm to catch her from falling my ever so sturdy shoes that have such a good grip on the slippery pavement, didn’t.

She fell, I fell, we both fell.

she was wet, I was wet. Her umbrella hit me in the face and got tangled in her hair.

She laughed and I did as well,

“I apologise yet again now your more soaked than before”

“Well it’s raining might as well get wet falling with you than standing on my lonesome,” I chuckle and smile back helping her up.

“I’m Sophie,” she tells me brushing her hair from her face and smiling softly.

“Jamie,” I smile back.

It would seem I made nothing better and everything worse.

We were both embarrassed, maybe I should have just tried to help her up. Maybe I should have just saved her the embarrassment and left her to sort her self out.

But there was a kind of happiness I saw in her face I don’t think I’ve seen before and a kind of happiness I felt looking at her. I guess reaching out to her was all I could think of to take back her attention.