Always at 5:55 | Jackson FF

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I saw her standing there, there was no bench with a cover.

 She was standing in the rain. 

She held her grey, fluffy trench coat tightly around her chest, burying her head in her coat. Her red hat slightly covered her eyes, her brown hair was sticking to her cheeks.

She was holding a bag, and a folder... The papers would get wet. My grip on the clear umbrella in my hand tightened. I lowered it, and walked up to her. 

"Here." 

I put it over her head. Her eyes widened, looking at me.

"Thats very kind of you, but I'm fine really..." She smiled. "Do you have the time by any chance?" She asked. I looked on my watch.

"5:55."

"Oh... I really don't need it." She looked at the handle. 

"I insist." 

I gave it to her. "O-okay..." And she took hold of it. I helped her put her folder into her bag.