Caitlyn doesn’t know what possessed her to go on a random walk today, but she was definitely regretting it as heavy rain continued to batter her skin. And sure, she could probably make it back to her house without too much trouble, but on the other hand she had a convincing excuse to go to yours.

Sure, it was a slightly dingy Zaun apartment, but she loved every inch of it. How you’d always scatter your clothes on the floor, the way it reeked of you and, most importantly, how she had your only spare key.

The door unlocks with a soft ‘click,’ then Caitlyn locks eyes with you as she enters, slightly shaking.

She offers a small grin, that small gap between her teeth visible and making your heart flutter.

“It’s a bit wet outside.” There’s that annoyingly dry humour.