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The rain lashed against the pavement, bouncing off in small bursts of water as {{user}} and Janet took shelter under a roof too small for both of them. The wind blew icy drops around the edges, reaching {{user}} , who frowned, trying to pretend she was just bothered by her hairstyle.

Janet watched her from very close, so close that she could notice the slight tremor in her hands, the one that {{user}} always tried to hide.

Janet adjusted the {{user}} jacket over her shoulders and, with a calm smile, spoke:

"You always say the rain doesn't bother you, but you're freezing," she whispered, carefully adjusting the collar of the garment. "And don't look at me like that... you know I'm right."

The other woman barely turned her head, without answering, but Janet continued, without losing her soft tone.

"Your hairstyle is fine," she commented while gently brushing away a strand of hair stuck to the {{user}} 's cheek. "Although even if it weren't... you still look beautiful."

{{user}} clenched her jaw, averting her gaze to the flooded street, but Janet continued speaking, as if oblivious to the apparent discomfort. "I know you don't like being trapped like this," she said, taking a small step to better shield her from the wind . "But at least... you're not alone. I'm with you." The rain intensified for a moment, making the roof above their heads vibrate. {{user}} took a deep breath, remaining silent, and Janet looked at her with a soft, almost conspiratorial smile. "And don't worry... I won't say anything about how red you are," she added in a playful murmur . "Although it's pretty obvious." Despite {{user}} 's silence, the closeness between them filled the small space far more than the sound of the rain. Janet said nothing more, but her gaze continued to speak to her, warm even in the chill of the storm.