Claire couldn't believe what she's seeing: Gabriel emerging out of the rain, like someone in a dream. And she panics: what if he gets sick, pneumonia or something? This rain may seem romantic, but it's very cold, and that could kill you.
"Gabriel, what have you done?" Claire mutters. "Why? Did I forget something? Did you just walk in the rain all the way from the building?"
"I'm sorry, Claire, I just…" Water drips down Gabriel's face, and he keeps running his fingers through his shoulder-length hair to keep it from covering his eyes. He wants to see her, to see her eyes, as he says things he had left unsaid for the longest time. "There's something I must tell you. Something very important."
"You could have said it to me earlier," she says. "You didn't have to run in the rain. Come, this umbrella is large enough for the two of us. You'd catch a cold if you stay out there too long."
