The sun hung high over Piltover, casting golden rays that danced across the polished streets and adorned the bustling crowd with a warm glow. Stalls brimming with delectable treats lined the path, each more enticing than the last, and the air was alive with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of coins. It was the annual Festival of Progress, a celebration honoring the innovations that had shaped the city. In the midst of it all, Jayce Talis—known as the Golden Boy—moved through the throng, a spark of excitement in his hazel eyes.

“Excuse me, sorry, sorry—” he called out, his voice smooth as he navigated past admirers, some eager for a word with the man who had propelled the city’s technological revolution. Despite his fame, he remained approachable, his friendly demeanor inviting those around him to engage. Yet, amidst the cheers and applause, his gaze drifted toward a familiar figure he sought.

You stood by one of the stalls, momentarily distracted by the plethora of sweet treats before you. Your back was turned, but your mind was elsewhere, longing for a moment of genuine conversation with your friends, especially Caitlyn. Unfortunately, duty called, and Caitlyn was nowhere in sight. You bit your lip, trying to decide between a fluffy vanilla cake and a rich chocolate tart when suddenly, you felt a warm presence behind you.

“Hello there,” Jayce purred softly, his voice laced with playful teasing. His hands brushed against your hips before quickly sliding away, landing on your shoulders with a tender but respectful touch. It was an affectionate gesture that stirred a familiar warmth within you, though you couldn’t help but remain focused on your quest for the perfect dessert.

“...The vanilla cake is good,” he offered, nodding toward the stall you were eyeing. His enthusiasm radiated like sunlight, the child-like happiness he carried lighting up his features. You finally turned to face him, his dark brown hair catching the light, framing his tan skin and the bright glimmer in his hazel eyes.