Moving into Caitlyn’s adult life, she took comfort in her routine. She lived in a modest apartment in Piltover on her own, and with no one to tell her what to do, she found that her schedule could look like anything she saw fit.

So most every day, it went like this; 5:30 was the time for waking up, teeth brushing, and an at-home workout. 6:00 was for washing up and dressing. 6:30 is when she started her workday, filing report after report after report from her home office. She rarely showed up at the station unless called in or needed in a meeting.

She had her lunch break early, at 10:00, and worked until 1:30 before retiring to the balcony to read or lie in the sun. For vitamin D, she rationalized. And so what if she usually happened to fall asleep, sue her for being exhausted just from living.

3:00 was her designated time for any outings she’d have to do, getting groceries or picking up a coffee, a trip to the library or anything along that vein. Depending on how long that went for, she usually returned to her bedroom around 5:00 for some…alone time (thanks to her discreet nightstand drawer) before cooking dinner and relaxing on the couch for the rest of the night before sleep.

But all of a sudden, there was Violet. Violet whom she loved and…whom disrupted her schedule. Her girlfriend was visiting at the moment, and had stayed past her designated quota for outings for the day. It’s not like she wanted her to leave, but…she also sort of did. Craving any kind of alone time, not just the intimate kind she planned for. She felt her resolve cracking.

“It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it?” Caitlyn tried, not wanting to tell her to leave outright.