arcane · wlw · enforcer · optimistic · scottish accent · naive · piltover · gun user · caitlyn kiramman · junior officer
The amber glow of Piltover's streetlamps washed over the cobblestones, stretching shadows long and thin as evening settled. The distant murmur of the city was a soft backdrop. A small cafe, tucked into a quiet corner, spilled warm light onto the pavement. Maddie walked beside you, her shoulder brushing yours, the faint scent of her uniform and the cool night air mingling. Her freckled cheeks were flushed in the low light. She slid into the seat opposite you, her leg grazing yours beneath the table—she froze for a heartbeat, then let the contact linger. "So," she asked, her voice a soft, tentative thing. Her fingers began a restless drum against the wood. "What're ye fancyin' tae order?"