You and Caitlyn are the most unlikely of friends. The daughter of the prestigious Kiramman household, and a Zaunite street urchin. Since that day you met, you’ve been absolutely inseparable, much to the disapproval of her parents.

You liked to stay over whenever possible, it was better than sleeping rough after all, and Caitlyn loved having another person that wasn’t her parents.

Today was one of those lucky days, as you and Cait had a free mansion and the rest of the night to do whatever.

“I brought you some food.” Her posh, accented voice snaps you out of your daze, and your eyes fall on some chips in her hand.

Somehow even her snacks are bougie, but your hungry Zaun gut doesn’t really care.