Another Side of Baron

Baron and Hazel went down the Ferris wheel. The rain was too heavy, so they did not stay there and went to a coffee shop instead.

Hazel liked to sit by the window. She looked at the rain with her hands cupping her cheeks. She rarely had such leisure moments.

"Baron, look at that man and the woman. He must love her very much."

They were sharing an umbrella, and the man had put it closer to his girlfriend. Half of his shoulder was wet.

The woman's smile was bright and lovely.

The window was a little blurry as the rain washed it. The rain fell from the eaves and looked like a curtain.

Baron drank his coffee and asked indifferently, "How did you know?"

"It's obvious. Look at the umbrella."

People would unconsciously lean the umbrella towards themselves. It was not that they were selfish, but because the view was different when they were holding an umbrella.

The man had half of his shoulder wet, so he must have been taking care of the woman.

"That is too romantic."