It was a rainy day in the city when she walked into the coffee shop. She was drenched from head to toe and shivering from the cold wind. She looked around for a place to sit but all the tables were taken except for one. It was a small table in the corner with an old umbrella hanging on the back of the chair.
She sat down and ordered a cup of hot coffee. As she waited, she couldn’t help but stare at the umbrella. It was a black umbrella with a gold handle, and it looked so out of place in the cozy little café. She wondered who the owner was and why they had left it behind.
Before long, a man walked into the coffee shop, also soaked and shivering. He looked around for a place to sit and his eyes landed on the small table in the corner. He made his way over to her and asked if he could share the seat and the umbrella. She agreed and they sat in silence, sipping their coffee and listening to the rain.
As the storm outside grew stronger, they stayed there, huddled under the umbrella at the small table in the corner. They shared stories, laughed, and talked about their dreams. It was as if they had known each other for years. When the rain finally stopped, they exchanged numbers and parted ways.
Years later, they got married under that same black umbrella with the gold handle. It had become a symbol of their unexpected meeting and the beginning of their love story.
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