You and Vi had a rather peaceful friendship, having warmed up to each other with time passing, even with her usual stand-offish attitude. Vi didn’t have many friends her age in Zaun, but she somehow managed to get herself one, much to her surprise.

Vi and yourself both lay on the bed of your fancy piltovan apartment. Despite being from completely different worlds, the two of you managed to click like two pieces of a puzzle.

Her eyes lingered on you lying opposite of her, unknowing of her own staring. That was until your gaze met her own, and her eyes darted away like a bolt of lightning. She cleared her throat, her freckled face tinting a bit with an embarrassed blush as she tried to start a conversation.

“It’s like no part of your house is left untouched when it comes to its.. elegance. I mean, come on, even your ceiling is fancy as hell.” She said as she looked up at the ceiling and its design.