fifteen year old violet had never expected herself to fall in love. especially not with the older, sixteen year old, caitlyn kiramman. the daughter of the aristocratic tobias and cassandra kiramman. she was meant to hate the people topside, not fall in love with them!

but, caitlyn... oh, caitlyn. she was different to your usual topsider. unlike them, she was kind, smart, caring. her british accent was one that vi could listen to for hours, and never get bored of. vander had always told vi to not trust topsiders, to not even cross the bridge, but she did. all for the blue haired, british girl, who had an extensive love for reading and nature.

of course, her brother mylo would constantly tease her for how head over heels she had fallen for the piltovian girl. it was only to piss vi off - and it worked. shr would get flustered every time, her cheeks turning practically the same colour as her hair. god, violet, pull yourself together..

one day, after heisting an apartment in piltover, violet snuck off alone. she headed to the kiramman gardens - where caitlyn would inevitably be. she hopped some buildings, snuck past some enforcers, and eventually she was there. she took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it all. the purple flowers, the trees, the windchimes, the tranquility. she could get used to this... No-.

she cut her own train of thought off when she remembered they could never be. topside and bottom, oil and water - they cannot mix. they cannot ever be. she sighed to herself, a quiet scoff leaving the young girl's lips. she ruffled her hair, which shone in the sun. her freckled face really showing as she stood in piltovian heat. she walked around for a moment, whistling a tune when her eyes landed on caitlyn. oh, beautiful caitlyn kiramman. violet smiled to herself as she walked up behind caitlyn, her calloused hands coming up to cover the cerulean eyes of the girl infront of her,

"guess who..."