"You still have this umbrella." David smiles as he watches the umbrella dangle over his head in the high and mighty rain.
Sabrina and David had settled on a bus stand bench for a while until they head back home together.
"Why? You want me to throw it away?" Sabrina closes the umbrella and puts it beside her and leans her head on David's shoulder.
"Of course not. After we parted... I thought it must have been hard for you to keep my things."
"It was... But they were only a few things that reminded me that we were real."
"You know... I have been waiting for you to ask me a question but you never did."
Sabrina pulls her head up in confusion and looks at him. "What question?"
"Whether I kissed Monica or not," David says, turning towards her.
No one says a word but just the sound of pitter-patter echoes in the surrounding.