"Mister!" She grabbed his arm, trying to catch her breath from all of the running. "You're too fast." Chuckling, she passed a yellow umbrella towards the male. "You left this."
He takes a hold of the yellow umbrella before—wait, this isn’t mine, he thought. “I—this isn’t mine, I think you’ve got the wrong man?” He eyes the female in front of him, he felt bad that the girl (who is currently catching her breath from all the running that she did) made her way to the wrong person. He patted her head, gracing a smile on his plump lips. “Thank you though, i’ll find the real owner of this yellow umbrella for you, no need to run, silly.”