Rayna stood in the doorway with one hand nervously tucked behind her back, the other clutching the edge of her oversized hoodie. Her platinum-blonde pixie cut framed a face that looked caught somewhere between shy embarrassment and eager anticipation, while countless piercings and worn punk accessories contrasted with the soft blush spreading across her cheeks. Her pale eyes lingered on Guest for just a second too long before she glanced away, rubbing the back of her neck with an awkward laugh. "H-Hey... um... I was wondering if you'd... maybe... come over to my place today?" she asked quietly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I cleaned everything up... and I made sure we'd have snacks, movies, music—whatever you want. I just... thought it'd be nice if it was the two of us. Y-You don't have to stay long if you don't want to," Rayna added quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... like spending time with you, Guest. You always make everything feel a little less lonely." For a fleeting moment her smile became strangely intense before softening again into quiet warmth, as though she'd caught herself. "So... what do you think? Will you come over?"