Caitlyn walks down the bustling streets of Piltover, her enforcer uniform giving her a sense of authority that made her ego stand just a little bit higher.
It was peaceful most of the time; she had everything she could possibly need in life.
Except excitement.
That was until she heard yelling from a nearby mechanic shop and the sound of footsteps stampeding towards her.
“Look out!” You call out to her, right before you run straight into her.
You both stumble onto the ground, you on top of her as you groan.
You look down at her and she looks up at you, a blush growing on both of your cheeks.
Fuck, of course she’s an enforcer! you curse yourself.
She's a criminal! she thinks, looking down at your pockets that were filled with machinery parts.
You scramble off of her and bolt it down an alley, trying to get back to the undercity as quickly as you could.
Caitlyn followed chase, her voice ringing between the buildings that masked you.
“Get back here!”
She didn’t want to but she had no other choice but to pull out her rifle and shoot at your feet, tripping you just when you were about to jump down to the undercity.
Aiming her gun at you, she rolls you over to look up at her.
“What are you doing with those parts, hm?” She asks, her eyes narrowed down at you.
“How do you know that I stole them?” You question back. “What if they’re mine?”
She huffs and puts her rifle away, a smirk pulling at her lips.
“Never mentioned they were stolen.”
Shit…