He met him on a rainy Tuesday, when his umbrella flipped inside out and offered to share.
They talked about books and coffee as they walked, discovering a shared love for old poetry and strong espresso.
They started meeting every Tuesday, rain or shine, always under the same umbrella.
Seasons changed, and so did they, growing together like ivy on an old brick wall.
They liked the growing, oh, how much they loved the growing.
They danced in the kitchen, burned pancakes, and whispered dreams into the quiet of midnight.
Years later, they still walked hand in hand, the umbrella now faded but full of memories.
And every rainy Tuesday, Robee and Giuntoli would smile, remembering the day love found them in a Summer Mercato storm of transfers.