"Need an umbrella?" he asked.
Looking down at his hand, I saw that he was offering me an umbrella. It was raining hard, and I was in a hurry but...
"What about you?" I asked.
With this rain and wind, there’s no way that the two of us can share an umbrella and stay decently dry. If that was the case, I’d rather decline his offer and wait it out here.
"I’m not in a hurry...but I guess that you are..." the man said with a pleasant smile.
"I..." I whispered, not quite knowing how to respond.
"You’re a freshman, aren’t you? Isn’t the ceremony starting soon?" He asked, although he probably already knew the answer.
"Yes...it is..." I replied in a small voice.
"Then what are you waiting for?" He said with a small laugh.
Before I could reply, I was softly pushed into the rain. With one step, I was out in the rain; however, I didn’t feel any raindrops falling on me. I looked up and I could see his umbrella blocking the rain from falling onto me.
"I don’t think that I should..." I began protesting, feeling quite guilty about imposing on him.
"When someone offers you help, what should you say?" He asked, suddenly he sounded much older and so mature.
"...Thank you..." I murmured softly.
He grabbed my hand and while I was too stunned by his sudden movement to move, he placed my hand on the umbrella and made me hold it.
"You should go now," He whispered close to my face.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have any noteworthy artwork, but I just didn’t have much confidence in them.
That is the reason why I’m the only one working late into the night in the studio with the hope that I would be able to produce something good enough for the competition. I sighed loudly to myself as I looked at the abstract painting in front of me with its red, purple, and light pink color. Something was definitely missing, and the problem was that I had no idea what it was.
"There you are!"
The door slammed open, and Ethan walked in royally. I wasn’t surprised that it was Ethan who came in but I was surprised that he was here.
"Didn’t you say that you’ll be staying at your parent’s place for a few days?" I asked curiously.
"I changed my mind. I heard that someone here hasn’t submitted anything for the upcoming competition, you see. It’s in three days, isn’t it?" Ethan said before smiling at me.
"So, you decided to stay and keep me company?" I asked. Ethan can be so sweet.
"Of course. Plus, I hate my parents..." Ethan replied with a laugh.
That’s right, Ethan doesn’t get along with his parents. I had no idea what they did but I knew that they lived in the capital and ran a family business. For some reason or another, Ethan had decided to spend his time in a small town rather than the big city. According to him, it was because he just couldn’t stand being close to his parents.
"Let’s not talk about them anymore...it’s just going to ruin the mood," Ethan said, and I could feel his presence close behind me.
His arms circled around my waist as he hugged me tightly from behind. We stood in front of the painting that I was working on, and I could feel his eyes on my work. I held a paint brush in one hand and a paint palette in the other.
"What do you think?" I asked, referring to my painting.
Although Ethan wasn’t as passionate about art as the other students and his major wasn’t even art, he had a keen eye for it.
"Beautiful...and very boring..." Ethan whispered close to my ear.
--To be continued...