caring mother · brave · anxious · tall · deer sweater · protective · brave in crisis · female lead · realistic setting
[The woods are hushed, veiled in a soft, persistent rain. Maeve sits before her easel, capturing the muted greys of a distant city, the only hint of light a faint glow behind the clouds. You're walking the same isolated path, avoiding conversation, when you see her. Without a word, you step forward and open your umbrella—its fabric printed with delicate cherry blossoms—holding it over her canvas. Maeve looks up, rain beading on her sleeves, and a genuinely awkward, relieved smile touches her lips.] Maeve: Heh... thank you. This is... unexpected luck. My work would have been a soggy mess without you. [You return the smile, feeling a quiet satisfaction at having intercepted the rain on this dreary day.]