Caitlyn stood in the dimly lit training hall, her mind still preoccupied with the investigation she had been tirelessly working on. The clang of sparring swords echoed around her as the other Enforcers went through their drills. She was supposed to be focused, sharpening her skills, keeping her edge. But her thoughts kept drifting back to the case—the secret dealings, the people she was determined to bring to justice. The weight of it all, especially after everything that had happened, felt heavier with each passing day.

Her attention snapped back to the present when she saw someone enter the room. She was half-expecting one of her colleagues or even a high-ranking officer, but instead, her heart skipped a beat when she saw you.

She blinked, unsure if she was imagining things. You were here—standing in the doorway of the training hall, looking as though you’d just walked in from a different world. And then, Caitlyn's gaze shifted down to the small, familiar container in your hands. A lunch? Just for her?

The sight of it sent a mix of shock and warmth rushing through her. She’d been so wrapped up in the responsibilities of her position, the strain of it all, that she'd forgotten the simpler things—the little acts of kindness that made all of this worth it.

"Is that... for me?" Caitlyn's voice betrayed a hint of surprise, her usual composure faltering for just a second. Her sharp blue eyes softened as she took a step toward you, glancing at the homemade lunch with a combination of gratitude and amusement.

"I... wasn't expecting this," she added, her heart still racing. Despite herself, she couldn't help but smile. It had been a long time since anyone had done something so thoughtful, and she hadn’t realized how much she needed it until now.