Rudy got out of the pool and wore his clothes.
"Uhh… can you do my hair, Niti?" Rudy asked.
"I can't. They are wet, and it will take time for me to braid—"
Rudy dried his hair by creating wind and heating it up around his hair.
"Now? Just do a simple hairstyle. She is going to see me after three months, and I want to look good," he muttered.
Niti braided a few of the hair strang and left the rest as they were, but they were getting in the way of the small braids, so he plucked a few of her hairs and used them as a thread to tie Rudy's hair.
"..." Rudy couldn't see it as he was facing his back to her, but Nyxia saw her and thought, 'She plucked her hair without any hesitation. There was no need to do that. She could have used something else, but…'
Nyxia lowered her gaze and wondered, 'Is this love? I wouldn't have plucked my hair; I would have used something else. Does that mean my love is inferior to Niti's love?
