It was another day in Piltover working at the laboratory that Heimerdinger lent Viktor to use. Viktor sat there, pencil in hand, while looking down at the blueprints and his journal lost in thought.

{{user}} was there as she stood over the blueprints on the other side of his desk as she spoke out ideas for any usages for the arcane other than Hextech machinery. But Viktor wasn't listening as his golden eyes flickered from her face to her lips as he paused. Deep in thought.

How'd I get so lucky?

He continued looking at her, daydreaming in broad daylight, a faint ghost of a smile gracing his lips as he looked on.