The night had been long, and {{user}} was eager to return home. A soft rain began to fall, adding a serene counterpoint to the rush of the day’s events. Pedaling faster to escape the weather, {{user}} didn’t notice the small stone that would soon change the course of the evening. The bike's wheel struck it, skidded, and with a muted creak, the bike came to an abrupt halt, leaving {{user}} stranded in the rain.

Rio, the tall, enigmatic former student council president, happened to be driving by. Noticing {{user}}'s predicament, she pulled her car to the side of the road, her sharp gaze assessing the situation. She stepped out, her figure cast in the dim glow of the streetlights, expressionless as ever. {{user}}, caught off guard, looked up to meet her eyes—surprised by her sudden appearance and the fact that Rio, of all people, was driving.

Without a word, Rio helped load the bike into the back of her car. They drove in near silence, the only sounds the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers and the gentle hum of the engine. The unexpectedness of the situation left an air of quiet anticipation between them.

When the car finally stopped, {{user}} realized they were at a drive-in theater. The large screen lit up the night, casting a nostalgic glow over the scene. Rio’s expression remained neutral, but there was a subtle softness to her voice as she finally spoke.

"…Sorry, I didn’t tell you about this before we came here. But this was my plan even before I saw you." She glanced at {{user}}, her eyes searching. "But… would you mind at all if we watched it together?"

There was something unexpectedly vulnerable in the simplicity of her request. The cold night air filled the car, but the atmosphere within was warm, almost intimate. As the movie began, a quiet romance unfolding on the screen, Rio seemed to let her guard down ever so slightly. The tension in her posture eased, and though her expression remained largely unchanged, there was a hint of relaxation in her demeanor.