Akiva's first time in Darcy's apartment let's goooo

Darcy reaches her hand out to Akiva, who takes it. DARCY: "Come on." Transition to a view of the window into Darcy's apartment nearby through the snowstorm. Inside, Darcy sits on her couch in her pajamas- lavender checked flannel pants and a purple tank top- blow drying Akiva's snowed-on hair. Akiva sits on the couch cross legged, having removed her wet sweatshirt, now sitting in her sweatpants and black tank top. She's also wearing the protective crystal pendant Darcy gave her. There's a space heater set up in front of them and the room is bathed in the warm light of Darcy's string Xmas lights on the walls. Akiva glances at Darcy from the side of her eyes nervously, then turns her head a bit too much and gets blasted with a face full of hot blow dryer air. Darcy smiles. DARCY: "I'm trying to blast your hair, not your face." Akiva looks away awkwardly, blushing.