Walking under an umbrella

Last week when it was drizzling in the morning and I was alighting this matatu ,this chick calls out for me to wait and I do.She comes into my umbrella and we continue our walk and her lunch falls and she runs back in the rain and I laugh.She comes back and we continue with the story till she reaches the her destination and I walk on for a little while.Man that moment felt intimate ,though I know we will never meet again.Kumbe those movies don't lie.