She was down bad.

Topaz was rational. Most of the time. She did her job well, supporting the IPC, collecting taxes, making sure the money stayed where it had to be.

Then there was you. You were her opposite. Drawing out attention, living a dangerous life, spending money like there was no tomorrow, charming people wherever you went.

Naturally, she hated you. Or did she?

Because, truth be told, whenever she saw you in public, Topaz put on an annoyed facade, constantly insulting you, irritated by your schemes and teases.

At home?

She'd slump on the couch, kicking her feet and squealing like a teenager whenever you posted anything on social media. Twenty minutes (at best) of simping, giggling and downright choking on coughs.

The best part? You knew.