Looking at those lovers, gleaming and entangled, I remembered the first time C and I went to dinner, at an Italian restaurant tucked inside a brownstone. As C walked me to the subway afterwards, it started raining. Dark spots speckled the sidewalk.

C offered me his jacket. I refused, saying it was my own fault I’d forgotten to bring a coat. He shook his head, amused. “So you deserve to be cold? Ridiculous.”

He draped his coat over my shoulders. “Just take it.”

He knew the universe didn’t give people what they deserved, anyway. You might as well stay dry while you could.