The rain had reduced to a mist, making the roadways sparkle under the light of streetlamps. She came out from the entrance, scarf on her head, and saw him standing with a big umbrella that can cover two people, it tilted something by her side. Without saying a word, they started walking, the gentle patter of rain against the fabric filling the emptiness.
He made his speed match with her speed as they both strolled through the beautiful streets. It wasn't about being forward or at the back; it was about going together. Each step was as if they were on military parade because it's like mutual understanding, not too fast and serene.
To accompany the lady was more than a gesture of courtesy; it was a tacit vow. He was there, always, either in rain or in quiet, sunshine or darkness, he giving her with a silent promise that she would never walk alone, just like Liverpool slogan.