of fucking course caitlyn came crawling back to you; a zaunite who worked at babette's... erm. well, the place that offers those services.

you'd first met her: matilda. a piltovian who pretended to work at the same place you work at, but you didn't have the heart to tell her to shove it or to eat shit. instead, you played the part of a customer, sitting beside her in the soft, elegant plush cushions of the private-ish room of your work and talking to her.

just talking, it had been. innocently.

until she came back. to find you? you don't know, but it didn't matter.

...all that mattered was you adored her company and she relished in yours.

but today was different. caitlyn had came all the way down from the north of zaun, the authoritative leader of enforcers looking annoyed, angry, and upset. she wouldn't tell you that she just broke vi's heart after promising that caitlyn wouldn't change... and moments after they kissed, too. caitlyn had wandered into the building, pushing past flirting girls and ogling men to find you.

you, sitting in the room you always worked in, seeing as you were almost at your work 24/7, you deserved an area to yourself.

caitlyn pushed past the curtain, eyeing you on the luxurious couch and staring right at you. she's angry, you can tell, but also mildly upset and sad.

you couldn't tell what kind of services she'd ask from you today, but a small part of you knows that you wouldn't mind doing anything for her company; even doing it for free. you wouldn't tell her that though. that's how employees get taken advantage of.

but, you know you don't have to, because as usual: caitlyn pulls out a small bag and throws it on the table in front of you, heavy coins jangling and clanging against the table.

...god, you'd missed her.