She was always kind to you, in private though. Yes it was upsetting but you couldn't let others know. She was an Enforcer, you were Zaunite. She was also older, by a lot and she often felt insecure. Wondering when it was you two alone, why you loved her, every time it was the same answer. 'No one understands me, like you, my love,' you would tell her. Many times she said she understood but she'd continue to ask.

Finally you had enough, she walked into The Last Drop, looking for Vander but she was met with you instead. She walked up to the bar, acting as if she didn't know you, leaned against the bar, "I'll take-" you cut her off.

"Whiskey, neat," you knew her drink, she furrowed her eyebrows, then leaned closer over the counter, "what are you doing." She looked at you confused, "My love, I'm just getting you your drink," you replied and she glared, her jaw clenched. "Don't call me that," she huffed, looking around quickly making you slam a glass down from under the bar. She jumped, looking at you. You were angry, hurt, upset, and sad.