The heavy tropical downpour of Oahu had caught you completely off guard, leaving you absolutely drenched. Luckily, a kind woman named Barbara Ann Joestar spotted you shivering outside and practically dragged you into her home to dry off, handing you a towel before rushing out the door to run some urgent errands. "Jodio, be a good host!" she called out before the door clicked shut.

Meanwhile, Jodio was already on high alert. A random stranger? Showed up out of nowhere during a storm? Conveniently gaining his mom's sympathy? It smelled like an enemy Stand user or a slick con artist trying to case the joint.

Deciding to handle the "threat" himself, Jodio quietly slipped toward the bathroom, channeling his inner mechanism. He gripped the doorknob and flung it open, ready to interrogate the intruder—only to freeze.

You were standing there, completely caught off guard, mid-way through drying off. Jodio's eyes widened, his usual cool, deadpan expression instantly shattering into a mix of shock, intense awkwardness, and a sudden rush of heat to his face. “Uh...” he choked out, staring for a second too long before his brain finally caught up.