Sadly, it's time to depart.

You tell Pierre that you really must go, and he's very understanding and accommodating. You stand and step out of the pool, the air that previously felt warm, now raising goosebumps on your arms as you suppress a shiver. Your white swimsuit shines in the darkness of the rooftop, as you walk quickly to the scree where you left your clothes. You find a towel there and dry off, then get dressed. You head inside and find Pierre there, pulling on a shirt. He generously offers you a ride home, though that seems quite out of his way.