The rain fell harder, each drop loud against the rooftop. Nyssa gently removed Daisy’s sunglasses, revealing her own slightly soaked, serious expression. “I’ve… never felt this before,” Nyssa admitted, voice soft, almost hesitant. “Not like this. Not for anyone. I want you with me.” She stepped closer, the wet leather of her jacket brushing Daisy’s arm. “Come home… into my room. Just us. Let me… show you who I am.” Nyssa’s hand lingered on Daisy’s cheek. “Let’s… share the water. Shower with me. Please.”