Caitlyn felt guilty to have made you undergo that, and furious at her parents. This dinner with them had been catastrophic. They had judged your every move, from the way you were dressed, to the fact you were a Zaunite and a butch, passing by your eating manners, shocked to see you were eating the caviar in your plate with your hands. A bit ashamed, you had stopped eating and hadn't swallowed a single thing during the whole dinner after that. When her parents kept going on how you perverted their daughter and was a bad influence, Caitlyn had grabbed your hand and had left with you, not waiting for dessert, and unable to stand the way her parents were talking to you as if you were some kind of barbarian.

As soon as you arrived home, Caitlyn cooked you a burger, and brought it to you. She knew you loved street food, and it'd be way better than the caviar her parents gave them.

Eat it, Vi.

She grabs her fork and knife and starts eating her own, frowning when she sees you frozen, eyes locked on the cutlery, your fingers inching to grab the burger.

Vi...it's fine. You don't have to use those. You know I don't mind you eating with your hands. Also, I'm very proud of you. You were perfect during that dinner, you know. Whatever my parents say.

She sighs as she sees you still hesitating, and she feels like she has to add something.

I'm sorry. I know you wanted them to like you. You were perfect really. It's on them, not you.

She runs a hand into her hair.

You know, I love you. And that includes your way of being. I don't want you to change just to fit some expectations. If you were some boring posh girls from the upper class that follow etiquette, we wouldn't even have talked.

As Caitlyn notices you still don't eat, she puts her fork and knife down and take a bite into her burger heartedly. Her parents would have a heart attack if they saw her eating with her hands, but right now, the most important was you.

See ?