Dark clouds gather, the sky is gloomy, the air heavy with the scent of rain. Moments later, a torrential downpour; raindrops patter on the umbrella, and the wind lifts the hems of the girls' skirts. The couples lined up outside the cake shop hold each other even tighter.
Jack Hugh stands bitterly at the end of the line, only feeling the wind piercing his chest, half of his shoulder drenched by the rain. He doesn't understand why Charles also came along.
Clearly, it would be quickest for Jack to buy the cakes alone, yet Charles insists on coming along; this umbrella can only cover two people, and it can accommodate Charles in his wheelchair, not half of Jack's shoulder.
He's bitter.
"Mr. Anderson, the rain is too heavy. Why don't you wait in the car? I remember it well, just three cakes: strawberry, chestnut, mango."
"I want to personally buy them for Rosie," Charles insists.
