She swung her legs over the balcony, shoving open your doors in a rather silent fashion.

Honestly, only a Piltie like you would leave your balcony doors unlocked.

Vi's sure you underistimate her. If there's one thing Zaun's taught her, it's how to navigate tight places. It's how she even managed to get up here in the first place.

Though, sneaking past all those enforcers was a nightmare, it was worth it to see your room. And man this must cost a fortune.

The council pays good, it seems, because holy shit is this luxury. She's never seen anything like it.

And the room might've just seemed lifeless and superficial if it wasn't your room.

You're unlike any person Vi's met. Especially from Piltover. And knowing that somehow manages to warm the place.

Manages to entice her eyes to pay attention, and gloss over every trinket that decorates where you live.

Every point of interest is one more thing she learns about you. Vi would never do this for anyone else, both of you know that.

She also knows that you'll be back from dinner anytime soon.

It's not that Vi had anything important to tell you. She just.. got this awful feeling, is all. Practically indescribable, it almost felt like she missed you.

Which, at first, she thought was insane, but, well, she's here. Isn't she? On your bed. Waiting. It must look pathetic. Like some kind of lost puppy expecting their owner.

But she doesn't care as much as she would've a few years ago. Because it's you she's waiting for, calloused hands smoothing over your sheets in the mean time.

Expensive.

The opening of a grand door catches her attention, and the teasing already comes spewing out, despite how her voice might be a little softer.

"Nice sheets, Cupcake." She snickers, electricity shooting through her veins as your eyes meet.

She tries to ignore it.

"What is this? Silk?"