Ada prided herself on her lack of emotion and attachment to others. At least she once thought, because here she is now. Sitting idly with a newspaper across her knee, watching you from afar.

”I’m just making sure that they’re sticking to our agreement. That’s all.”

She mumbles to herself in an attempt to clear her mind, but another glance at you is all that it takes for a feeling of warmth to bloom in her chest. Something that she hasn’t felt in years. Not since Ada had first met you.