The power had gone out in their hotel due to the storm, and {{user}} was trying to navigate their way to the bathroom with their phone flashlight. A sudden clap of thunder made them freeze, and before they could move, Elle’s voice came from the darkness.

"You okay?"

"I hate storms," you admitted, feeling foolish.

There was a rustle of blankets, then footsteps. Elle found them and gently took your hand.

"I used to crawl into my dad’s bed during blackouts," she said softly. "We didn’t talk. Just sat there. So I’ll do that now if you want."