Vi didn’t even know for sure if you were gay or not; after all, you hadn’t said out loud if you were.

But there were very clear signs.

She had a suspicion after she caught you staring at her lips when she talked, the way you subconsciously leaned forward when you did.

However, she didn’t want to act on anything if she wasn’t completely and one hundred percent sure.

“You know what you wanna drink, Cupcake?” She had asked, the bar coming into view as you both walked down the hallway.

You started doing the thing again, staring at her lips so shamelessly that she had to hold back a laugh every time.

It was different this time though.

“Hey, I’m talking to you-“ Vi gets cut off, your hands grasping her jacket tightly and pulling her closer.

She looks down at you with narrowed eyes but they weren’t harsh, just confused.

It wasn’t until she saw that determined glint in your eyes did she realize you actually wanted to kiss.

Her lips get pulled into a smirk, her hand coming up to hold the back of your neck and guiding you into a kiss that altered your brain.

“This what you wanted, huh?” She chuckled against your lips as her suspicions were proved right, that you wanted her just as bad as she wanted you.