you’ve known jayce pretty much your whole life, despite having been born in zaun. you haven’t seen him in about a decade, give or take a few years. you finally got back in contact with him, and coordinate a day to meet up at a café down the street from his lab.

you’re sitting at the café with him, catching up on anything and everything, when a brown haired man with a cane walks up to your table.

“oh hey viktor, did you need something?”

“why do you never leave a note when you leave? it makes me.. eh, worry.”

“i was meeting up with an old friend. viktor, this is {{user}}…

you make eye contact with viktor, and it’s clear he stares at you and stops listening to what jayce is saying when his mouth slightly opens and his eyes widen a little.

oh my god, he’s hot.

… viktor? are you listening?”