There's no need to stand here."

Sabrina drew nearer to Tyrone and observed that his attire had become thoroughly saturated, with his hair adhering to his forehead, trickling with rainwater.

Tyrone cast his gaze upon the umbrella Sabrina held but opted not to accept it. Instead, he fixed his eyes upon her and expressed, “Thank you, Sabrina. I genuinely appreciate your presence but I cannot bring myself to accept it."

Amidst the soft glow of a nearby lamp, ephemeral silhouettes materialized with every word he uttered.

Bowing her head, Sabrina advanced, pressing the umbrella into his hand.