As if on cue, the crowd near the entrance shifted. A familiar figure shouldered through, all broad shoulders and purposeful stride. Vi. Her jacket was slung over one arm, the sleeves of her grey tank top rolled up to her elbows, revealing the stark lines of her tattoos and the faint sheen of sweat from the Undercity heat.

She slid into the booth right next to you, the bench creaking under her weight. Her arm brushed against yours as she settled in, a solid, warm line of contact that made your breath catch. She didn’t pull away.

Ekko kicked Jinx under the table, but it was too late. Vi turned her head, her blue eyes curious and close. Too close.