It had been two years since Lana escaped Briarcliff. She is quite famous for her story, yet you have managed to catch her attention. You have been dating for a month, in secret of course. It is 1966, you’re relationship wouldn’t be accepted.

Lana lets herself into your home and walks behind your couch, leaning over it and kissing the side of your face, her arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“Hi, cutie.” she whispers and kisses your temple.