For once, there were no alarms or urgent calls for enforcement in Piltover.

Maddie walked close, her shoulder brushing {{user}}’s now and then, until their wandering brought them to a cozy café.

As they sat down, Maddie shifted, her leg brushing against {{user}}’s under the table. She froze, her heart skipping a beat, heat rushing to her cheeks. For a moment, she considered moving it away—but instead, she let it stay, the warmth oddly comforting.

“So… what’re ye fancyin’ tae order?” she asked, her voice soft as she drummed her fingers on the table, already resolved to pay for {{user}} without mentioning it.