Spiral2007/I

Mason:
[after being walked home under Amber's umbrella in a torrential downpour] I live here.

Amber:
Ah, well, gee Mason. [pretending to be him] Thank you for walking me home. Perhaps you would like to have some coffee or something. Or look at my art. [after no response] Right. Well, I'll see you later.

Mason:
Thank you... for the umbrella.

Amber:
Oh yeah, of course. [smiling] These things are rare in this town, you know. But if you look really hard you can usually find one. Probably shouldn't get mine wet.