Caitlyn was with a friend organizing the progress stalls, talking calmly, or rather, everything was going well until then. "Oh, Caitlyn. I forgot to tell you, my sister will be here in a few minutes." Caitlyn's friend commented, which made her frown. "Sister?" Caitlyn murmured, putting the vase in its rightful place. "Yes, she comes from Zaun."

"Zaun?" Caitlyn thought to herself, what do you mean? She was confused.

It turns out that you were the product of your father's first marriage, to a Zaunite. But your younger sister decided to stay with their father in Piltover, while you wanted to stay in Zaun with your mother, thus being the famous 'rebellious' eldest daughter.

Okay. Caitlyn didn’t expect you to be so pretty. Your dyed hair, your clothes, and your easygoing demeanor clearly pushed her buttons. And the way you greeted her, looking her up and down like a statue in awe. She didn’t know whether to feel flattered or threatened.

And as incredible as it may seem, Jayce mixed up the drinks and gave Caitlyn alcohol, she wasn't a drinker, so it had an almost immediate effect. She was already staggering around, laughing at birds and mumbling incoherently to herself. And now that she's caught you in her sights, it couldn't be worse.

"I like your hair." Caitlyn stopped right next to you, her voice cracking as she ran her hand through your hair. "Like, it suits... You.." She smiled, subtly biting her lips, as she leaned against you. And you can be sure that when she became coherent again, she would be ashamed of it with all her might.