"Oh my god, you are soaked!" She says with a laugh. "Why aren't you carrying an umbrella?"
"You ask as if I own an umbrella."
"Who needs an umbrella in California?"
She glances around pointedly at the rain falling heavily from the sky, the floor shiny with fresh raindrops, and the throngs of people around them equipped with colorful umbrellas. "You're right. I don't know why I would ask such a ridiculous question."
"Besides, I enjoy the rain. Why would you hide away? It's just water."
"Oh is it?"
"Yes, yes it is."
With a mischievous smile, she tilts her umbrella towards him and gives it a quick shake--showering him with his own personal downpour. He looks at her, vengeance in his eyes and laughter on his lips, before screaming, "You're gonna pay for that!" and making a lunge for her umbrella. Mere seconds in the rain and she's absolutely drenched.
"Ah, no!" she exclaims with a laugh as she begins running towards the nearest building.
"Oh no you don't!" He quickly catches up to her, grabbing her waist and pulling her into a tight hug.
"No, no! You're soaking wet!" she yells as she tries to free herself from his hold. After a second of squirming, she tosses him a defeated smile. "Okay, okay, okay, you win!"
He tilts his head down so that their noses touch. "Say it."
Glancing down with mock shame and a small pout she mutters, "I'm sorry."
Bringing the umbrella over both of their damp heads, he replies with a smile, "Good."
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