I'll keep going. No problem!

You find it surprisingly empty when you make it to the hot springs. Aside from the three people, you see step out of the main building. The front counter is empty, with nothing but a sign telling any guests about the spring visiting hours. There's a male, female, and private section of the hot springs. The signs have been written in multiple different languages due to how many people migrated to other corners of the country. French, English (obviously), and Tagalog. Behind that sign, there is another menu with different languages, none of which you can, but that seems to be from a bygone era since it looks to be barely hanging onto itself.

"Well," Delilah begins. "I suppose we should take the private spring since it's just the two of us. But, on the other hand, it doesn't seem to be too busy, so I don't suspect it to be occupied."

You agree with her statement and go to the changing rooms for the men. There, you undress to your underwear and wrap the towel around you - perhaps you should have brought something else to wear in the water? Delilah's probably wearing a swimsuit of some kind under her clothing...All the time you spent thinking, you didn’t prepare to get wet. Smooth.

You meet Delilah in front of the door leading to the hot springs' private part. Luckily, it seems her suspicions were correct, as the door isn't locked, and there's no noise of talking or conversations on the other end. Eventually, Delilah finally arrives, wearing a plain one-piece swimsuit with her choppy hair pinned up to avoid getting wet. Her brows knit when she notices the towel tied around your waist. "Are...Don't tell me you are naked right now?"

"Of course not," you stammer. "I just didn't have anything else to wear underneath."

"So you are naked?" She blushes while her eyes widen in surprise, glancing down at your crotch.

"No!" You say, smiling. "Just...underwear."

Delilah lets out a small giggle, her eyes drifting back to your face, no longer curious about the cloth barriers surrounding your groin. "That's good. I'm just here to relax and unwind. N-not that I didn't enjoy last night! But you understand, don't you?"

Of course! You weren't either...You thought for a moment after telling her you felt the same. If it wasn't there before, it was now. You open the door and step inside; seeing the open roof and the partially glowing water from the ground warms you immediately. Delilah steps into the water, sinking her feet to her ankles. The hot spring was around before nuclear terror started - and it looks like it kept up reasonably well through the generation that came after. You took off your towel and jumped in. The water, as the name suggested, was pretty hot. Truth be told, you just wanted to get out of the cold and into the heated water, but you were almost put into shock by how hot it was. Finally, you reached the surface, fighting back the urge to scream. You stood, wiped the water away from your face, and saw Delilah giggling.

"Hey! You aren't supposed to get the water in your face, you know?" She had taken a seat down on the concrete. She kicked her legs back and forth, making small vortex portals in the water. "Small organisms still live in the water and can scramble your brain if they get inside your body. Spooky, right?"

You waded towards her and sighed, wiping back your hair. "Well, if that happens, will you take care of me?"

She laughs, and hearing her do so surprises you. She bounces slightly as she recovers from her fit. "Of course! With my heart, I couldn't leave you in such a dire state with a clear conscience."

"You're too kind," you reply, unaware of the blush forming on your cheeks. You looked away and arched your back. You were already starting to get used to the water, and the heat felt better than the cool air beginning to make you feel uncomfortable a few seconds ago.

Delilah drops down, now waist-high with you. "There are massages over here."

She goes from one side of the pool to another with you trailing behind her. She sits down and fidgets for a moment before melting into the water. "There is another one right beside me." Under the water, you see her hand patting the empty spot next to her. You oblige her offer and take a seat.

Sitting next to her, you start to small talk like you used to. This time, however, feels more personal. You are much more focused on her answers and questions, and now your responses are much more heartfelt and thought out. You remember the small details she gave about her personal favorites. You knew she played the piano before coming here, but you also remember when she told you that her favorite subject in school was social studies, and her favorite color was green. Her preferred weather was when it was hot. She was a night person and wanted to travel to the past before everything went to shit. She opened up a bit more, getting more personal and deep as the conversations drew further. Her relationships in the past weren't regarded as very good, her relationship with her family was less-than-desirable, and she was a little racist towards the new species of humans that have emerged since the nuclear fallout...That last part was pretty ordinary, despite your thoughts about the "sub-humans" being somewhat middle ground.

After about an hour, you both relaxed and took in the night. The open roof allowed you a perfect view of the blueberry night above. The stars and planets were bright. They were countless, too, untouched by the brief conflict that tore the meaning of life apart. This was the same night sky that trillions of other people have seen, and indeed, somewhere else right now, people are looking up at the same sky. The quiet that came after your chat ended was perfect. The kind of silence came after talking to a close friend. It allowed you to recall her answers, words, and expressions without any distractions.

Without meaning, too, you started to drift off. Probably dangerous since you were in a hot spring with organisms that could kill you if they managed to get inside. You sat up and shook your head. You looked over at Delilah and noticed she had fallen asleep. Working the day after she got railed was probably pretty rough, not to mention she seemed to work pretty much every other day. Everything she had put herself through probably meant she hadn't slept or had any real time to catch up on sleep...

There was no denying how cute she was. As she slept, she'd suck in her lips and exhale, twitching somewhat as the jet **** behind her pushed into her back. If she's this tired, you should probably wake her up and take her home...Or, God forgives you; you could just continue to stare and admire her body while she slept...