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If you wanna love when you touch the sky
You can be my midnight rider
If there's nowhere to go when you wanna go wild
I wanna be the driver
A dark night had fallen upon the city, but the streetlight sentinels steadfastly continued their defense, cutting through the dense veil. The temperature had dropped noticeably, dragging along a light haze of fog that held its hand. Their fingers were tightly intertwined as the air tried to part ways and clear itself.
The timer was dissolving before her eyes as she blew smoke rings into the air. Vi was on a short break. A roll-up cigarette smoldered between her lips, the smoke curling out through her nose, merging with the fog into a single whole. The scent of nicotine was forbidden, which is why the girl was standing on the sidewalk across the street from her car – a black, latest-model electric vehicle, connected to the Lux taxi category.
A star of the college football team, practically an honors student on a grant, yet still forced to work shifts in a taxi. The only job available during the night hours. That is, not counting shifts at her foster father's bar, but she's been showing up there less and less often because after endless hours in the library, her head is buzzing and demands silence. A silence that passengers under the cover of night would gladly share with her.
New request!
Passenger: Caitlyn K.
Pickup: 516 Lane Avenue, Downtown
Distance: 7.2 mi | Fare: $85.00
Accept in 15s?
Vi took one last drag and hit 'accept,' slowly making her way back to the car. The stubbed-out butt flew into a trash can. She took her jacket from the trunk and applied two extra spritzes of fragrant perfume, which pleasantly masked the smell of cigarettes. She wiped her palms with sanitizer and closed the trunk.
The chance of running into a fellow student during her shift was practically zero. It was rare for a student to be wealthy enough and simultaneously carefree enough to be roaming around the night city far from campus instead of sleeping. Undergrads were usually drowning in textbooks and student loan debt, and some, like Vi, also devoted a ton of time to training.
At first glance, her plan had no holes. She could make a name for herself either in professional sports or in her field of study. But the lack of holes was only at first glance. English Literature didn't always lend itself to what she wanted to achieve, and the position of a school teacher had never really appealed to her. Perhaps Vi could take a risk and go for a Master's degree, and then a Doctorate, but money was a bit tight.
With sports, it was a different story. Her left knee, the one where the meniscus was conveniently losing its integrity, was wearing down more and more every day. In a few years, she'd have to go under the knife anyway if she wanted to stay competitive, but would the insurance cover it? Who knows…
But a dream is a dream – destined not to come true.
So all that was left was to stay right where she was. Although, working in a taxi did have its perks, like not having to haul completely out-of-it people in Economy or even Comfort class anymore. The Lux category was more about business executives and extravagant high-rollers than drunks who spill even sealed beers all over the seats. If the former did get in drunk, they left really generous tips.
Unfortunately, money was pretty much the top priority for Vi right now. Even if her sister was also studying on a grant at the country's best technical university. Vi still needed to support herself in every way and help Vander out. She just couldn't do otherwise.
Things at her foster father's bar weren't going as well as they used to, especially after the fire. It felt like many regulars had easily swapped their favorite spot for draft beer for another and weren't planning on coming back. The man had to go into debt – small amounts, but still bitterly noticeable – to fix everything up.
Vi took a small blister pack with her last pill from the glove compartment, popped it out, and clenched it between her teeth. The traffic lights glowed a bright red as a throbbing pain pounded at her temples. Water washed the pill down into her stomach only at the next stop at an intersection; until then, it had been unconsciously dissolving under her tongue, mixed with saliva.
Overexertion and fatigue locked her shoulders in relentless tension, while her tie constricted her throat terribly. Vi couldn't lower the temperature inside the car – everything for the passengers – so she opened the window all the way and pressed the gas pedal a little harder. A gust of fresh air hit her face, helping her forget the tiredness for a moment.
She hoped this would be her last passenger for the day, after which she could head home and finally get some sleep. Maybe five hours wasn't enough, but it was all she had. Vi had learned to eat on the go; maybe she'd learn to sleep that way too.
But fate had hurled her something utterly unlike what the girl had anticipated…
The address led to an exclusive nightclub. Entry was by invitation only, and if you weren't on the list, it didn't matter how famous or rich you were – the door would remain closed. Her colleague Loris – they shared a car between them – had shared some insights with her before Vi began working in the Lux category. But most things she had only grasped through hard-earned experience, and places like this usually swung wildly between two extremes: fantastic tips and yet another offer for a private driving job from some wealthy woman, or trouble.
Trouble encompassed a whole list of things no normal person would ever willingly tolerate – passive aggression, humiliation, classism, contempt, and more. But Vi wasn't in a position to choose, and money, as they say, talks.
At least, that's what she wanted to believe.
Life would be much easier if Vi let them overpower any positive qualities. It would be easier to endure being dragged through the mud by self-satisfied, ugly – both inside and out – bankers and politicians. There weren't as many of them as one might think, but they always left the most vivid – in the worst sense – impression.
The girl skillfully parked right at the entrance, getting out of the car beforehand. Opening the door was part of the service, even if people looked down on you for it. But good food wouldn't buy itself, bills wouldn't pay themselves, and Vi understood that perfectly well.
"Taxi for Caitlyn?" a pleasant voice with a distinct British accent snapped the girl out of the habitual thoughts Vi used to soothe the remnants of her dignity.
Her hand automatically reached for the passenger door handle, not even looking at her. "Yes, miss," Vi replied flatly and opened the door.
This night was about to be over.
"Then I would prefer the front seat, if you don't mind!" Caitlyn was looking at her with poorly concealed tipsiness. Her pupils were dilated, her lipstick slightly blurred beyond the lines at the edges of her lips, which were stretched into a lazy smile.
All extraneous thoughts vanished from Vi’s head. She stared blankly at her, not so politely examining her chiseled, marble-like features. She seemed so relaxed and… interested?
Caitlyn… beauty incarnate, girl divine. Her hair shimmered like blue midnight under a cloudless sky, distant stars agleam. Eyes resembled a bottomless ocean, shifting from indigo to deep azure. Quiet waves seemed to sparkle within them, lapping at the broad shores of her pupils. Her lips curled slyly into a smirk right then, just hinting at the small, endearing gap between her teeth.
Wow! It's her… in the flesh – could have slipped from her lips, but Vi kept the words inside. She released a breath of acceptable length, allowing her lungs to fill with fresh air again.
Caitlyn held her gaze with bold confidence, gripping it like with both hands. She lifted her chin slightly, with a hint of pride but more so coquettishly, as if to say – Yes! Fix eyes on me and never look away! Caitlyn held the smirk long enough for Vi to accidentally notice it morph into something more predatory.
"Vi!" a male voice unexpectedly interjected, tearing her from their silent dialogue. It was accompanied by another, female voice, giggling nearby. "Violet Lanes, what a coincidence!" his words were clearly slurred.
"Hey, Talis!" she greeted him a little too cheerfully, trying to mask her smitten expression, but quickly slid back under her work mask. The man's presence offered hope that the ride would go smoothly.
Jayce thrust out his hand for a handshake, but drunkenness overwhelmed him so much he completely missed her palm. The girl deftly caught him by the shoulder, guiding the man towards the car. Caitlyn just snorted at this, turning her back to Vi and helping her hold the door so the man could get into the back seat.
She stood too close. Another couple of centimeters and their bodies would have touched… or even collided.
Vi masterfully steadied her breathing with professional calm. But one poorly timed exhale brushed the bare skin left exposed by the dress. And then she saw goosebumps ripple across Caitlyn's neck, trailing to her shoulder and vanishing beneath her sleeves.
"I'm truly sorry about him," the other woman sent an unreadable glance at Caitlyn and sat down next to Jayce. "I promise he won't throw up in the car!"
"I'd be incredibly grateful for that," the girl replied, still trying to maintain her composure as she closed the door.
"You know Jayce?" Caitlyn's velvety voice was deliciously soothing the headache. Or maybe the pill had finally kicked in. "How is it that you know him?"
The question threw her off balance. Why was she asking? Why did it matter? Vi usually never gave out any personal details in conversations with passengers. But in the moment, Caitlyn was so disarming that Vi hesitated.
Genuine interest?
Either way, Jayce would just tell her, so what was the point of ignoring the question? Caitlyn might have seemed friendly, but Vi had no idea what was really going on in her head. Was it worth risking the peace of her last ride? Probably not. Besides, it wasn't like it was some big secret.
"We work out at the same gym, miss," Vi said, politely opening the front passenger door for her, again holding it.
"How curious…" Caitlyn's fingers rested confidently atop hers, a sudden warmth prickling beneath her skin like a million tiny needles. Her perceptive gaze, from those deep blue eyes, slid across Vi's face. "And please, call me by my name – otherwise I feel like some old lady!"
Caitlyn fluttered her eyelashes sweetly, and a light laugh nicely resonated in the girl's chest, but Vi politely shook her head. "I can't, miss. It's against the service rules."
She'd encountered light flirting during her shifts more than once. And often the pretty heavy kind too, where refusal only provoked the woman further. Men, thank heavens, took one look at Vi and understood they had no chance with her. Even if their latent desires were still unexplored.
Caitlyn suddenly stopped mid-movement and straightened up again. The waiting had definitely started its meter by now, but she still, almost deliberately, seemed to be stalling for more time. "To whom should I speak to grant you permission to use my name?" Caitlyn spun around sharply and found herself face to face with Vi.
Startled, she felt like she'd been rooted to the spot. "Uh... customer support?" Vi blurted out automatically, but she still wasn't sure that was the right answer.
"Do you think their office might still be open?" Caitlyn asked in a serious tone, looking at her bare wrist as if there were a watch on it. "Only thirty minutes left before my favorite diner shuts its doors. Think we'll make it?" Azure eyes shot her a glance from under perfect eyebrows, one of which was raised.
"Umm…"
She had met passengers of every stripe: drunkards, the unhinged, nonstop talkers, the mute, the sorrowful, the buoyant, and countless others besides. Vi often faced unforeseen situations, even though it was, ostensibly, just a taxi job. Get from point A to point B and you're free. But Caitlyn's reactions made her doubt and hesitate as if she knew something Vi didn't.
She threw a quick, checking glance at Miss' still-bare wrist. "I think it's a bit late for a visit. Maybe some other time?"
"Ugh, fiiiiine," a dissatisfied groan escaped Caitlyn's throat. She threw her head back and rolled her eyes. "Could I at least snag two cupcakes instead of just one? Please?"
Subtly and delightfully, she brushed Vi's warm hand once more, her lower lip jutting out in a playful pout. Caitlyn resembled a child pleading for more – one teetering on the edge of a sugar crash yet powerless to resist.
"If that's what you want…?" Caitlyn beamed with joy as Vi gently coaxed her to finally take a seat. Jayce, for his part, had already connected to the Bluetooth and blasted some incomprehensible rap.
"Ugh, must we listen to that? Turn it off!" Caitlyn yelled in displeasure, darting into the car like a bullet. Vi closed the door and exhaled, straightening her jacket. "I don't want to hear anyone singing about 'fucking with my bitch' – it's bloody disgusting!"
Three drunk students. Two were clearly more intoxicated than the woman next to the man, but nothing too far out of the ordinary so far. Except, of course, for the fact that Jayce was practically the next Stephen Hawking, only in the applied science side of things. Beside him sat Mel Medarda, heiress to the military empire – thank Jinx for those social media accounts. But Caitlyn…?
A familiar face, but she'd never popped up in the tabloids next to Jayce before. In fact, she'd never been on the front pages of magazines at all, where future heirs to unreal wealth and legacies usually ended up so easily, whether in a bad light or a good one – it didn't matter.
The 'Caitlyn' folder in Violet's head was empty. For now.
Just another ride, Vi repeated to herself. Just get a wildly rich acquaintance from university and his objectively not lacking friends to their destination. Easy peasy! The chance of running into a coursemate during her shift was practically zero, but just not today.
They weren't exactly coursemates, so the odds were shaky, but they definitely weren't complete strangers. Vi took no shame in her work – honest labor carries no stigma – but…
"Violet!" a soft tap on the glass and that velvety voice brought her back to reality. "I really need your help!" a wide smile graced Caitlyn's face.
Vi fumbled a nod and walked around the car, taking her place behind the wheel. "Something’s wrong? Do you need anything? Water? Wet wipes?" she shot a quick glance at the back seat through the rearview mirror. "A sick bag?" a hidden grin broke through her work mask.
Jayce lazily rolled his eyes but smiled. They weren't friends, yet they endlessly circled each other in the weight room. They frequently spotted heavy lifts for one another, warmed up side by side, and pounded treadmills in tandem. Cardio dragged dull without that spark of friendly rivalry.
They weren't friends, but Jayce loved bending Vi's ear, venting about absolutely everything. For all his years, being older, his emotional intelligence still felt like a work in progress.
Despite his status and countless opportunities, Jayce remained that awkward, gentle giant who always treated Vi to protein shakes after practice. Even when she refused, time and again. Even when she insisted he didn't need to. Jayce kept giving to her, never taking. For listening. For never judging.
Although… maybe in his head, they actually were friends… That could be possible, right?
"Kindly confirm that rap music has been outlawed in taxis – for the sake of my sanity!" Caitlyn insisted, boring a threatening stare into the man. "Isn't that right?"
"Um…" Vi returned her gaze to the road, but then immediately remembered the destination wasn't set. "Could you clarify the address?" she professionally ignored the argument that had clearly flared up in the few minutes she'd been out of the car.
"But of course!" Caitlyn sounded utterly sincere, yet the address never passed her lips.
Vi paused a beat, then warily flicked her gaze to the girl beside her. She sat impossibly close, yet stayed silent. Mel had finally wrested the phone from Jayce and silenced that wild torrent of profanity blaring from the speakers.
"Did you want to tell me it, Miss?" Vi kept her expression neutral as her fingers hovered over the phone screen with the taxi app. "Sooo we can start the ride?"
"Of course," she folded her arms across her chest defiantly, tugging the seatbelt slightly to move it down, under it. Which didn't escape Vi's confused notice. "Before that, though… What's my name?"
"Caitlyn…?" Phew! Vi had that perfect retort locked and loaded, but the obviously drunk girl's antics kept derailing her. Mel giggled softly, while Jayce's head – eyes shut – dropped onto her shoulder in weary surrender.
"Excellent," she smirked with satisfaction. "Now be a good girl and repeat the question."
Okay, stop! What? What is happening?
Vi blinked.
Then she blinked again and barely stopped herself from gaping like a clueless fish. Bold flirtation was nothing new. Such brazen advances weren't a first either. But Caitlyn's gaze – so commanding, so irresistibly magnetic – left Vi stumbling over her own tangled thoughts.
Very well. Think, Violet!
I can approach this rationally. Caitlyn is Jayce's friend, and Jayce is a safe gym buddy. But he is also shitfaced drunk and incapable of normal communication. Minus one potential ally.
Mel is a complete unknown, but her reactions…? Something is off there. Perhaps it was merely how they surrendered to alcohol's sway, but how safe is this for me? Zero information.
"Earth to beautiful Violet!" Caitlyn gently touched her palm, still hovering millimeters from the phone screen. "I was only teasing," she giggled playfully, her breath washing over Vi with the scent of mint and alcohol. "We've several locations to visit. I hope that won't be troublesome?"
"Of course not, Miss Caitlyn, no trouble at all," Vi tried to play it safe, answering with a slight smile.
Those azure eyes locked onto hers – tempting, approving – for an eternity too long. Yet no matter how fiercely Vi fought it, she couldn't tear away, pinned as if by invisible glue. Delicate, long fingers barely grazed her rough palm as they brushed across it and entered the first address themselves.
"Perfect!" Caitlyn whispered captivatingly, leaning back in her seat again. Vi frowned almost imperceptibly but quickly returned her gaze to the road.
Is Caitlyn noticeably and persistently following some kind of seduction manual, or what? Turning her down is the logical step, so why does it feel so unwanted? A shiver rippled beneath Vi's skin, attuned to every breath – each inhale, each exhale – that slipped past the soft lips of the girl in the seat beside her.
Caitlyn had been perceptive from a very young age, picking up on the slightest emotions and shifts in another person's body language. However, she often struggled to express her own through words, preferring touch instead.
She had always been an attractive young lady, drawing interested glances from both men and women, but she herself preferred the latter. The girl thoroughly enjoyed their beauty, always loved their scents and lingering gazes. But most often, she admired from afar, from the sidelines.
Despite all her natural beauty, opportunities, and status, Caitlyn remained grounded and rather reserved. Not shy, no. More private – perhaps that was exactly what made her so desirable in the eyes of others.
At the same time, those azure eyes of hers held no space for anyone but Vi. This marked their first true face-to-face meeting, yet their paths had tangled before… and more than once.
Caitlyn had never been particularly interested in sports, except for her beloved archery, which didn't stop her from ignoring all the others. That was, until Jayce dragged the girl to a university football match over a year ago. The man was utterly thrilled by the skills of the new central attacking midfielder and wouldn't stop boring Mel and Caitlyn's ears off about her.
Vi's hair was shorter then, her gaze less weary, but the thrill of her first victory drove her to strip off her jersey and jog past the stands in the sport bra. She drew countless stares, among them one persistent indigo-azure gaze that had tracked her like a hawk from that moment to this very day.
Caitlyn didn't know what that first victory had meant for Vi, but she felt as though she herself had won that evening.
From then on, she always chose a table in the library by the window, where the view looked out onto the practice field. For several months after, she continued to bask in that feeling of affection, fuelling it by attending every match and lingering a little longer afterwards, watching the team's celebrations. After that, she paid sharper attention in the hallways, permitting herself just once to brush shoulders with Vi and catch her soft voice murmur a heartfelt "I'm sorry."
She wasn't subtle about it, but she refused to discuss it despite Jayce and Mel's relentless prying into her dealings with Vi. The truth was, no real situation existed – just raw, almost pathetic pining for a first-year student, while Caitlyn herself stood as a third-year.
Pretty pathetic for a Kiramman.
Their paths never crossed in lectures, though the girl often fantasized that Vi might one day slip into the auditorium late, nod to the professor, and claim the empty seat beside her. But that never happened. Not even once!
Their paths shared no common ground – different circles, different friends, different subjects, all worlds apart. Even the parties proved distinct. Caitlyn shunned the party scene, yet Vi warranted the effort. Still, she never showed at any, leaving the girl to slip home quietly, disappointed time and again.
Yet the crush didn't fade with time. On the contrary, it only grew and consumed Caitlyn more and more. But it only helped her open her eyes – Vi wasn't hiding; she was just trying to balance. Studies, training, and work – the three pillars that stole whatever little sleep she had left. Caitlyn found out about this by chance – on one of the rare nights out with friends, they ended up in a bar, and Vi was so good with the cocktails that were obediently mixed in her hands…
Yet Vi herself seemed blind to everything around her. Always lost in thought, forever dashing off somewhere with a sandwich clutched in hand and a hefty water bottle swinging along. Everything on the fly, everything in a frantic rush. Under Caitlyn's quiet stares, she vanished as swiftly as she emerged, blissfully ignorant that she'd been spotted. Utterly unaware that she had been truly seen.
Mid-spring arrived quietly.
Tonight was supposed to be just one of those rare times when the three of them would forget all their problems, their academic work, and just relax. Soon, Jayce would be defending his Master's, while Caitlyn and Mel their Bachelor's, but for now, friends were trying to savour the moment.
Right before departing the club, the girl once more surrendered vulnerably to her fantasy that Vi would materialize here and now, and perhaps, at long last, speak – and it warmed her heart so pleasantly…
Caitlyn always drew glances, yet Vi still hadn't looked up.
Always composed, she was on the verge of getting disappointed again, but it was just the alcohol – until a shock of pink hair flickered in her vision as clearly as it did in her mind. And right now, she felt bolder, three shots and two cocktails in.
Vi drove them silently down half-empty roads, easing to smooth halts at traffic lights and surging forward swiftly when needed. Her powerful arms, concealed within her suit's sleeves, gripped the wheel with confidence, a vein pulsing faintly at her wrist now and then. Caitlyn couldn't tear her gaze away, only half-engaging in the chat with her friends while her eyes remained wholly fixed on Vi herself.
She was so close, yet untouchably far away.
"Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" Caitlyn asked unexpectedly, a smile on her face, observing Vi's delicious features as she reclined blissfully in her seat.
Vi missed the question initially, but then sensed two pairs of eyes on her and cast an uncertain glance her way, swiftly snapping it back to the road. "Yes, Miss Caitlyn," Jayce wasn't capable of quick thinking and just smiled broadly, looking between them up front, while Mel smirked slyly beside him. "Warm spring, as it is."
Nice attempt – shame it went nowhere. Shall I try again?
A low battery alert snagged Vi's attention, drawing it away from Caitlyn. She didn't like that, but the passenger stayed silent. "Stopping for a charge?" Caitlyn asked with poorly concealed hope. "Wouldn't want you to get stranded halfway because of us."
"I appreciate it," so professional it was almost nauseating. Under the influence of alcohol, Caitlyn had poor control over her emotions and grimaced, but Vi seemed to intentionally ignore her… or was she simply not paying attention at all? "There's a charging station near the first location. If you don't mind, I could stop there while you have your dinner?"
The last word came out more like a question, considering it was the middle of the night and the cabin continued to soak up the alcohol fumes. The air freshener was barely coping. Vi made a mental note to buy another one.
They pulled into the gas station right across from Jericho's diner. Vi often came here after shifts because it was almost always on the way to Loris's garage where the car stayed during off-hours. Caitlyn whispered something to her friends and they got out. Jayce, surprisingly, stood steadily on his feet, with Mel holding his arm.
"Something wrong?" Vi asked politely, searching for the nozzle attachment to lock the charging cable into the port. "Aren't you hungry?"
"How very thoughtful of you to worry about me, Vi," she placed a hand over her heart and giggled cheerfully. "Don't worry, Jayce knows what I like," And what do you like! Caitlyn paused, savoring the attentive gaze in those grey eyes now fixed directly on her. Not through her, not past her, but finally, squarely at her. "Excellent match yesterday, congratulations! Your second goal was simply breathtaking – a bike kick, wasn't it?"
Vi smiled warmly, "A bicycle kick, yeah," She looked back confidently, as if only now allowing herself to truly see Caitlyn. Taking in every detail, hearing the heartbeat and the nicely excited breathing. "Thanks! Didn't know you were into football."
Vi got out of the car to plug in the charger. Caitlyn hurried out after her, leaving her clutch on the seat. She approached like a panther, even though the driver expected her to come over. "You could say that," Caitlyn tried to flirt smoothly, giggling playfully, but stumbled. "As of late!"
Strong arms managed to catch her and keep her upright. The skin on her forearm seared like a brand, yet Caitlyn barely registered it. Her mind fixated on the scent saturating the air – a heady blend of citrus, ripe berries, intoxicating blooms, and deep oriental spices. Lurking at the fragrance's edge, a faint whisper of tobacco teased.
"Club de Nuit," Vi said with a mischievous grin, snapping Caitlyn back to reality.
"Pardon?" she only now realized her palm pressed just above Vi's chest to steady herself, yet felt no urgency to pull it away. Standing firmly on her feet, Caitlyn looked straight into the soul Vi had accidentally cracked open, forgetting her other worries for a moment.
"My perfume – Club de Nuit," an even more cunning smirk spread across her face, morphing into flirtation. "You started whiffing, so I figured I'd spill it straight – no waiting for you to ask."
"Thank you," Caitlyn caught that coquettish smile, yet had no intention of pulling away. Especially when Vi's hand felt so satisfyingly resting on her waist. "How remarkably polite and professional of you, Violet."
Caitlyn meant it as a joke, but something flipped in Vi, and she quickly pulled back, taking the warmth of her touch with her. "Excuse me, I just…"
She didn't finish the thought. There was no good, pre-planned answer there. Vi just awkwardly averted her gaze to the charging car and took a step to the side, creating extra distance.
Their fragile bubble had burst before it even had a chance to inflate.
"There you are!" Jayce exclaimed, his arms wrapping around both of the girls from behind, squeezing and pulling them closer. "We got takeout!" he announced triumphantly with a toothy grin, his gaze darting between Caitlyn and Vi.
"You're eating outside, mister," Mel sternly cut him off, holding a paper bag of food. "No need to inconvenience Vi or get the seats dirty." She politely nodded at the girl and thrust a wrapped double taco into one of his hands and a lemonade into the other.
With a firm push, Mel sat the man down on the nearest bench. Jayce obeyed with a goofy smile, already taking big bites of his taco. "Hey, Vi!" the man beamed, his mouth full. "Long time no see! How are you?"
"Thanks, I'm good!" she stood a little apart, having moved away to check the car's charging percentage. "You?"
"Me? Absolutely fantastic! Just out hanging with my girls," Caitlyn rolled her eyes at the last words, while he continued to beam, fighting off the intoxication and coming around a bit as he sipped his cold lemon-lime soda.
Mel placed the bag on the hood and took out some fries for herself, popping a couple into her mouth with a satisfied exhale. Caitlyn, once again enveloped by a chill that only Vi's soft hands could conquer, took out a burger and held it out to her.
"You missed practice this morning! Why?" he narrowed his eyes, but swiftly let it slide when a sudden inhale made him choke on a tomato chunk. Jayce thumped his chest a few times, startling Mel. She gently steadied him and patted his back – it worked.
"I-I…" Vi barely heard his words, her gaze locked on Caitlyn's slightly reddened fingers as she extended her favourite burger and a bottle of water. "Why?" she asked the girl awkwardly.
"Here, Vi, it's meant for you!" Caitlyn shoved the food toward her a bit aggressively, even feeling a twinge of hurt at her reaction. And if she assumed the girl didn't want it or felt displeased, Vi was merely stunned, her thoughts scattering as the caring gesture amusingly touched her.
"Thanks?" she accepted uncertainly. "You didn't have to, I-"
Caitlyn took out her own taco, carelessly getting sauce on her hand, "Yes, I have to," She seductively licked her finger and nodded towards Vi's burger. "I have excellent hearing, and your stomach doesn't know how to whisper."
Jayce chuckled, causing him to choke again, this time on a piece of meat. "Real smooth, Kiramman, really smooth!" he teased. Mel gave him a light shove in the shoulder for appearances, but shot Caitlyn a knowing look – Vi still didn't get what it was talking about.
Wait a minute! Kiramman?
Caitlyn K. = Caitlyn Kiramman? As in Kiramman Corp? Her mouth nearly dropped open in shock. Rookie blunder – she hadn't pieced the clues together fast enough and now felt like a complete idiot.
Everything clicked into place. Cassandra and Tobias were among the most generous sponsors of several universities, and both Lanes sisters were on their scholarships. Vi had only seen Cassandra in person once, but now she clearly saw her in Caitlyn's face.
An almost perfect copy of her mother, and that only made everything more complicated in Violet's head.
She'd been running around like a headless chicken since her very first day at university. First, a glitch in her personal data left the first semester unpaid. Then came the scramble to catch up on assignments, and once sports season hit – she began drowning, barely squeezing into her crammed schedule.
But despite always burying her nose in textbooks and leading a virtually non-existent social life, the blue-haired beauty never got lost in the student sea. On the contrary, she shone vividly above them all, like a lighthouse forever missing Vi.
A couple months into the fall semester, Caitlyn materialized from behind a library bookshelf like a divine apparition, swept her hair back from her shoulder, and raised her glasses to her lips. She whispered something to the librarian and bit the earpiece, utterly flooring the girl.
Caitlyn gracefully set down a stack of heavy books, clearly about to carry them off – Vi saw nothing beyond that. Delicate fingers that brushed against a backpack, pale shoulders peeking out from under a sweater that was clearly too big for her. She was so beautiful with that absolutely messy bun and soft shadows under her eyes. But when Vi had shoved all her things into her bag and stood up to approach – Jayce beat her to it.
Back then, she didn't know he was more like an annoying older brother to Caitlyn, not related by blood, but conclusions were drawn. The girl smiled at him and easily accepted his help, standing a little closer. It was likely jealousy speaking through Vi, but she stepped back, let them go, and watched them leave with a disappointed gaze.
Honestly, what were the odds a diva like Caitlyn would eye her? Near zero. And right then, that percentage plunged negative. Vi slipped out another exit and beelined for practice – out of sight, out of mind.
Time passed, seasons changed, but she still couldn't move on.
Violet spotted Caitlyn on campus every day and, on weekends, found herself drawn to the library – even when she had no real need – just for a glimpse of her. It bordered on creepy, she knew, and whenever Vi caught herself at it, she forced a halt. Now her weekends passed in confinement, buried in textbooks or holed up at the gym, which is where she first crossed paths with Jayce.
The cause of her jealousy turned out to be a good-natured giant, naive in some ways and a bit immature, but nice guy and completely safe. A motor-mouth – that is Jayce. The guy often blurted far more than needed, a natural-born yapper. Vi would simply refrain from interrupting politely, yet she listened intently, gleaning fragments of Caitlyn's personality and life.
That's how she uncovered the so-called terrible secret – which scarcely qualified as a secret – that the girl of her dreams is a lesbian.
A flicker of joy and satisfaction coursed through Vi’s body. Her polite smirk shifted into a dreamy smile, but the happiness didn't last long. Reality brought her back down to earth, like a slap in the face. Caitlyn remained an unattainable dream. A girl out of her league. She could literally become part of a royal family, so why would she wait around for Vi to finish her endless string of work shifts?
What could Vi possibly offer her? The answer was too simple and too short – nothing.
What did she have? Debt? Big dreams? Shaky stability? Vi couldn't even give Caitlyn enough time to make up for any of it. While the other girl possessed everything, Violet fell short. And would she ever measure up?
"Busted!" Jayce shouted cheerfully, having finished his tacos. He crumpled the paper and tried to kick it like a soccer ball, but only managed to hit himself in the forehead with the wad. Mel giggled but gave him a stern look. She took the crumpled wrapper and threw it in the nearest bin. "Right, where to next?"
The man suddenly struck a superhero pose, but swayed to the side. Vi snorted, chewing her burger and watching the drunk guy, feeling more and more at ease in their company. Like she was part of their group too, even if just for a little while, like she wasn't just a nameless taxi driver.
"You? Home!" Mel remained the rational and most sober one of the three, while Caitlyn stood and chewed her taco, having gotten sauce all over herself. A small piece of lettuce leaf was stuck to her cheek. "And you too!" Mel strictly pointed at Caitlyn.
"Aww, nooo," she whined sadly, sticking out her lower lip. "I don't wanna go hooome!" she looked at Vi, seeking support to convince Mel otherwise and stay with Violet longer. Caitlyn was so happy they'd met tonight that she absolutely didn't want to go home so soon.
"Vi, back me up," Mel crossed her arms over her chest and gave her a subtle smile. "They're clearly drunk, and while I have a way with Jayce, this one here is way too stubborn." Vi looked from one girl to the other in confusion and took a big bite of her burger, just to avoid answering.
She was still on the job, and it was important to stay neutral.
"Oh, nooo!" Caitlyn frowned and snatched the burger right out of Vi’s hands. "No hiding behind your food, young lady! But think carefully before you answer." She stared intently at Vi, holding the half-burger hostage.
"Miss, I wouldn't want to interfere-" Violet began politely and professionally.
"No!" Caitlyn cut her off sternly, taking a bite in retaliation. "Try again!" she quickly added with her mouth full.
Mel giggled, no longer trying to hide her amusement. She definitely knew something, but Vi still couldn't figure out what exactly. Annoying! "I'm sorry, but I'd rather not get involved, miss-" second attempt, and another failure.
"Na-ah!" the girl took a second bite, but this time without breaking eye contact, challengingly watching Vi try to figure a way out. She watched Caitlyn's tongue slowly slide across her lips. Kiramman noticed her looking too…
"Caitlyn!" Vi attempted a stern tone, copying Mel's tactic. It had worked before, at least on Jayce.
"Violet!" The girl suddenly burst out joyfully, her smile flashing and that charming gap between her teeth metaphorically sweeping Vi off her feet. "It’s a pleasure to meet you! What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a terrible place like this?" She grabbed Vi's hand and shook it firmly, hiding the fact that she was dying to finally touch her warm skin again.
Mel whistled and giggled as Caitlyn deployed her heaviest artillery – the only pickup line she had in her arsenal. Jayce closed his eyes and leaned on his girlfriend, barely standing. Vi stared at her in bewilderment.
A moment. Another one. And…
Loud, pealing laughter burst from her chest. Vi grabbed her stomach, trying to hold it in, but couldn't. Jayce perked up suddenly, then immediately broke into a lazy smile. And while Mel shared the amusement, more reservedly, Caitlyn was indignant.
She frowned and angrily jabbed the burger at Vi. Greasy drops of sauce began their long journey down the lapel of her jacket. Vi tried to move back, but Caitlyn did it again, only this time shoving it toward the girl’s mouth. "Go on! Keep laughing! I still have soda left!" she picked up the cup and took off the lid threateningly.
Vi's eyes went wide, and she jumped back, running and sort of hiding from her on the other side of the car. A wide grin still adorned her face, and her shoulders were treacherously shaking with stifled laughter. She held her hands out in a plea for Caitlyn not to do it, her voice busy with gasps between suppressed giggles. "Sorry, okay? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you."
"But you very much did!" Caitlyn strode toward her, visibly affronted. "All evening it was 'miss' this and 'miss' that, and now you laugh at my feelings!" Vi slowly backed away, trying to save the clean part of her jacket. A smile played on her face as the girl advanced menacingly. "Shame on you, Violet!"
"Okay, okay… sorry! You're right, I'm wrong! I really didn't mean to upset you," Vi backed into a low hedge, planted decoratively around the perimeter of the gas station. "I'm really sorry, Caitlyn, how can I make it up to you?"
She squinted dangerously, "It's the jacket, isn't it? That's what this is about?" Vi choked on her own saliva in fear. Her choices boiled down to: flee, duck into the car, or try and grab the soda cup. Which one might work? All were on the verge of failure. So she froze in place, hoping Caitlyn would forget and stop.
"Nooo," Vi tried, straining to keep her cover and avoid giving herself away. And when Caitlyn remained unconvinced once more – Mel cleared her throat.
"Forgive me for interrupting your little mating dance," They both immediately turned red, like on an unbearably hot day, and she just smirked with satisfaction.
Was I that obvious? Did she notice too? ran through both girls' minds. They awkwardly met each other's eyes and immediately looked away.
"One more minute and Jayce will be unconscious on the pavement. If that happens, we're calling a tow truck – there's no way the three of us are squeezing that giant into a back seat, much less hauling him up to the apartment."
"Yes, of course," Vi slipped her professional mask back on, a shift that left Caitlyn visibly saddened – though she swiftly concealed the feeling behind an impenetrable wall. Or was Vi merely imagining it? "I'll wipe my jacket clean now, and we'll hit the road again, okay?"
Mel nodded gratefully, maneuvering the man into the back seat and buckling him in. Jayce was practically snoring, but she kept rousing him so he'd still be capable of walking at least to the couch on his own.
Once her friends were hidden inside the car, Caitlyn approached the girl and brought the last piece of the burger to her lips, nodding. Vi's hands stopped, gripping the napkin that was soaking up the sauce surprisingly well. The stain would remain, but she could easily wash it out before bed.
Vi hesitated, her gaze fixed on Caitlyn, drawing in the crisp night air laced with a faint, sweet perfume. Caitlyn's scent evoked warm baked goods, stirring butterflies alive inside Violet. Slowly, she leaned forward and delicately took the bite from Caitlyn's hand. The girl smiled with serene satisfaction, her eyes tracing Vi's lips, before tossing aside the wrapper.
She was about to head for the car as well, but Violet's warm hand held her by the wrist, keeping her close. "What is it? You intend to school me in the art of flirtation?" Caitlyn asked with a jealous edge, crossing her arms and looking away.
"I'm afraid that out of the two of us, you're the only one with pickup lines," Vi took a clean napkin and, with her other hand, gently guided Caitlyn's face toward the light. "And you've got a bit too much sauce on your cheeks!" She smiled softly, feeling the girl relax in her hands.
"Thank you!" Caitlyn murmured dreamily, her palm stealthily clutching Vi's shirt at her waist.
She didn't let go of those grey eyes, and Vi was far too focused to feel shy. Caitlyn felt the touch of skin on her jaw and cheekbone, trying with all her might not to lean into the warmth of the caress. Or at least not to do it so obviously, because she was still a Kiramman, and people were supposed to chase her, not the other way around.
Although she didn't actually think that way, she was annoyed by the fact that Vi hadn't fallen at her feet immediately, but instead made her sigh and dream. Not that Caitlyn was against it, but the desire to finally run her fingers through those soft pink locks had been incredibly strong for an impossibly long time.
"You're always welcome!" Vi responded politely, pausing to admire her handiwork and those azure eyes sparkling back at her. She reluctantly let go of Caitlyn's face from her hands, secretly hoping she'd get messy again… maybe just a little?
"Always?" They stood too close, yet not close enough for either of them to be satisfied. Still, neither took a step forward.
Because at that very moment, each thought she was still a stranger to the other. Kisses come much later than at first meeting, right?
Vi didn't have time to parry the question into safe territory. Mel reminded them again that they weren't alone, tapping delicately on the window, urging girls to hurry. They awkwardly pulled away from each other, threw away the dirty napkins, and got back in the car, pulling out onto the empty road.
If Caitlyn ever tries to convince you she's not the jealous type, don't believe her, but nod along. When she says another girl's hand on Vi's bicep doesn't bother her at all, pretend it's true. And if she later happens to – completely by accident, and far too hard, though you'll never prove it – shove that very girl in the shoulder as she walks past, it's absolutely not because of Vi.
Pure coincidence. Just a twist of fate.
This actually said a lot about Vi in Caitlyn's eyes. No, not the interaction with other women, but the fact that she never refused anyone help. Even when she had no time, even when she was desperately late for an exam. Vi would often chivalrously carry equipment for the football team and others, and the cheerleaders would buzz around her with interest. Maybe not all of them, but too many for Caitlyn to be okay with it.
She wouldn't be okay with it in any case, as long as the number was greater than zero.
When the weather was favourable, she always found a secluded spot in the far stands and once again indulged in dreams between tedious lectures. Why had Caitlyn still never made an attempt to get Vi's attention? Well, to put it simply, she was a coward.
To spell it out fully – a string of failed relationship attempts had left a bitter mark. Girls seldom saw her as Caitlyn, dazzled by the towering shadow of the Kiramman name. They chased her wealth or influence, but nobody ever bothered to truly know her for herself.
Yet she still dreaded hearing a 'no' from Vi, for on the surface she seemed a womanizer, though in truth she'd never been spotted with anyone. Caitlyn had pondered, naturally, if the girl was in some secret relationship, but Jayce insisted it wasn't so, and his intel was utterly reliable. But even more than that, she was afraid of being disappointed. Caitlyn had already built an image of Vi in her head, and reality could shatter her castles in the air. So she remained in the shadows, watching from afar.
Even if she wasted this chance, it was better than having her dreams broken, right?
"We're here," Vi announced carefully. "Talis, you okay there? Can you make it on your own?" She glanced back through the rearview mirror again and met Mel's tired gaze.
"I'm greatly fine!" Jayce declared too loudly, startled, pulled from a deep doze. "Don't worry! Just need to get some fresh ai—" he didn't finish the sentence before the contents of his stomach ended up in the sick bag Mel had managed to shove into his hands.
"Oh God!"
"Fuuuck!"
Vi and Caitlyn exclaimed in unison, as if synchronized. Nothing brings people together like the unexpected urge of alcohol to escape the stomach. You could say they were now bonded forever. Thanks, Jayce!
Everyone immediately got out, escaping the acrid smell. Vi had managed to hit the button and open her window. "Alright, pretty boy," professionalism was forgotten with Jayce's first heave. "Let me help you after all."
Caitlyn winced slightly but was visibly worried about her friend. She held the door steady while Vi took his full weight, and Mel gathered their things. "Want me to help get him inside?" the girl asked, taking the full bag from her boyfriend and throwing it away. For someone drunk, he looked fresher and surprisingly clean.
Nice work!
"No need, it's fine. Just show the way so we can get this over with ffaster." Mel nodded, and Vi followed her.
Jayce could barely drag his feet but somehow managed to shuffle along with a stupid, guilty smile. "I humbly beg your pardon, ladies. The fault is mine alone." Mel just gently rubbed his back.
"Please wait here in the car for me, Cait. Okay?" Vi called over her shoulder, catching Caitlyn's eyes.
"Of course," she nodded and gave her a quick smile. They disappeared into the entryway, and Caitlyn, just in case, checked the back seat for acid damage. Everything was clean.
Really good job, Jayce!
Vi was lucky the building had an elevator and the couple's apartment was only on the second floor. Mel quickly opened the door, and Jayce ended up on the couch. They laid him on his side and placed a basin on the floor, just in case. But Mel didn't let Vi leave right away. She blocked her path right at the door and looked her insistently in the eye.
"Violet!" the girl approached the conversation confidently. Her face was adorned with a sly smile that boded no good for Vi. A faint trace of alcohol still lingered on her breath. "I don't know what Jayce has told you, but," she paused for a moment, making sure Vi is listening carefully. "When – not if, but when – Caitlyn finally speaks, listen to her. Promise me?"
Vi scowled, attempting for the umpteenth time on that ride to unravel the perpetually enigmatic Mel. But alas, the clues fell short, yielding no clear answer. Despite the oddity of it all, Vi grasped that Mel spoke without a trace of jest in her tone – as if urging her toward some revelation the girl must uncover alone.
"I don't understand," Vi admitted honestly, trying to piece the puzzle together and find logic, but she was still confused. "About what?"
"Just don't freak out and let her talk," Mel said, resting a warm hand on her shoulder with a gentle smile. "Deal?" Vi choose to nod – it surely couldn't hurt. "Oh, and Jayce's birthday is coming up; you're invited! He meant to tell you this morning, but you skipped the gym workout, as you know."
"Oh, okay," Vi shrugged nonchalantly, as if unsurprised. Apparently, Jayce really did consider her a friend. She hadn't lifted her head from her worries in so long; maybe it was time? "Alright. Thanks! See you later then!" Vi returned her sincere smile and disappeared out the door, feeling a watchful gaze on her back.
The pleasant cool night air caressed Caitlyn's skin. She opened all the windows, hoping that by the time Vi returned, not a trace of the smell would remain. The girl shut her eyes and drew a deep breath, filling her lungs with crisp air as sobriety steadily returned.
This brief silence and solitude gave her time to think. Helped her understand – she didn't want this night to end. And that pointed to just one truth: she couldn’t let it end. Caitlyn, consumed by obsession, emerged as a formidable and sly foe, so she’d exhaust every tactic to postpone their goodbye.
The lobby door slammed shut behind her. Footsteps lingered on the stairs, as if Vi felt no urgency either, and that alone surged Caitlyn's confidence higher. She gulped a generous swig of water from the bottle resting in the cupholder between them, then turned around.
"So, where to, milady?" Vi beat her to it. She stood before her sporting that goofy work smile, struggling not to stare too hard. Hands jammed in her pockets, shoulders relaxed, and eyes gleaming brightly.
Caitlyn had clearly clocked how – and at what – Vi had been eyeing her since that club moment. Now was the time for a bold play. "Actually," she let the moment stretch, building Vi's anticipation. "I have a different idea in mind."
"Whatever you wish, Miss Caitlyn!" she aimed to play it cool, but her restless fingers, toying with a ring tucked in her pocket, betrayed her nerves. "I'm all ears."
A polite smile that Caitlyn itched to erase with a bold lunge, yet she stuck to pragmatic tactics – meticulously calculating each move. "If you don't mind my asking, what do you earn for a shift?" her audacious side grabbed the wheel and floored the pedal. Full speed ahead!
Vi's eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly brushed it aside. "That's personal information I'd rather not disclose."
"Of course, of course – my apologies," Caitlyn swiftly perceived her error, glancing aside. Her polished facade trembled faintly, yet her genuine sincerity endured. She pondered briefly, then added, "Here's an idea: I'll compensate you with three times your usual fare if you conclude your shift now and remain as my personal driver for the evening. What do you think?"
A deal.
She figured Vi had next to no reason to stick around with her, so she resorted to her one reliable play. Being heir to a sprawling business empire meant grasping the fine art of negotiation. Caitlyn sought to maintain command of the situation and resisted confessing to Vi that she was already deeply emotionally invested, and had been for quite some time. At least, not immediately or so candidly.
Vi weighed it in her mind.
She slowly chewed the inside of her cheek, studying the shifting emotions on Caitlyn’s face. A sharp, unpleasant disappointment tugged at her chest—she was being bought again. Predictable? Yes. Pleasant? Not in the slightest. It felt achingly familiar, yet it stung all the more because it came from the girl who had lodged herself in her head far too long to be brushed off as just a crush or a passing fancy.
"Just as a driver?" she clarified, the silence stretching as Caitlyn visibly frayed and started to fidget. "What's the catch?"
Vi wasn’t sure why, only guessing that Caitlyn had probably never heard a “no” and wouldn’t be ready to accept one now. Miss Kiramman herself worried she’d offended Violet. The last thing she wanted was for Vi to believe she was just being bought, even though, on the surface, it somewhat looked that way.
"No catch. I'm not asking for anything except conversation and pleasant company!" Caitlyn tried to salvage the situation with a warm smile. Her fingers betrayed her, reaching instinctively for Vi’s palm, but she quickly pulled them back.
"Alright," the girl agreed, forgetting about her much-needed sleep and her pride. It was too good a financial offer for a extra time of work to refuse. In those few hours, her money problems wouldn't disappear, so Vi agreed, and whatever would be, would be.
"Alright…" Caitlyn repeated softly after her, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad!" she admitted honestly, not looking away from those sparkling grey eyes.
"Where to, milady?" Vi artfully masked the shards of icy disappointment, returning to something lighter. "Bar? Nightclub? A stroll around the park? A walk along the beach?"
Caitlyn giggled cheerfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a small, unconscious gesture that made Vi’s pulse quicken and her fingers twitch with the desire to touch too. "There's a drive-in theater not far from here, and as far as I know, the last showing starts in forty minutes. What do you say?"
"Your wish is my command!" Vi sang, opening the door for her again with a good-natured smile.
"Thank you!" Caitlyn whispered softly, suddenly feeling shy under Vi’s gaze, which was now fixed on her with complete and unwavering attention.
Vi quickly walked around the car and slid into her seat. Without wasting a second, she closed out the ride and ended her shift. Then, just as swiftly, she shrugged off her jacket and tossed it into the back, rolled up her sleeves, and finally yanked the stifling tie from her neck. Caitlyn stared at her, mouth agape, barely keeping herself from drooling.
"Cool tats!" the girl attempted a compliment, a little too loudly and unnaturally, trying to convince herself her brain was still functioning.
"Um…" Vi looked at her awkwardly, as if she'd grown two heads. "Thanks. But why are you suddenly talking like a hoodlum from a bad neighborhood?"
A light blush coloured Caitlyn’s cheek, and her British accent took on a defensive edge as she shaped her next words. "What on earth are you talking on about?" she tried to turn toward the window, pretending she was merely adjusting her seatbelt.
Vi smiled softly and let it go – this time – keenly aware that Caitlyn was just a bit too impressed by her strong forearms. Maybe it was presumptuous, but girl’s reaction spoke louder than any words ever could. "Alright, I guess I must have imagined it."
Caitlyn remained silent, grateful, but couldn’t hide her smile, even with her hand covering it. Vi read her so easily, and more importantly, got her right. Normally that might have been frightening or off‑putting, but right now it felt welcome, as if they’d known each other longer than they actually had.
Alcohol was still dancing through her relaxed system, and Caitlyn chalked the blush and embarrassment up to that. She wanted to be more confident and assertive than she felt, to finally seize her chance with Violet. She was emotionally swaying, especially when Vi so easily pierced through her fragile femme‑fatale facade.
As they leisurely drove through the night city, rhythmically passing under streetlights, Caitlyn got caught in her own darkness. The hangover was gradually creeping in, pushing everything else aside. She quickly finished the bottle of water she’d taken for Vi earlier – who didn’t mind at all – and continued to stay silent.
Caitlyn tried to start a conversation, but Vi had grown awfully quiet, responding only in monosyllables and tired chuckles. The girl could only guess why, and she wasn’t far from the truth. But worst of all, she found herself tangled in a contradiction.
Afraid of shattering the fantasy she’d built, yet desperate to try and get closer to her in the real world.
Three shots and two cocktails made her more of a femme fatale than tea and biscuits ever could. Such a Caitlyn was rarely seen, but not impossible. Jayce would swear he was seeing his friend like this for the first time, while Mel would roll her eyes and suggest just looking at this lovestruck beast, still hiding in the bushes – figuratively, of course.
"Wow, The Twilight Saga: New Moon – we're never getting those two hours back," Vi tried to joke with a wide smile, finally breaking the silence. But the line fell flat, completely failing to land the way she’d intended.
Caitlyn didn't look at her, just frowned. "We can leave if you're not comfortable. The last thing I want is to pressure you-"
A cautious touch of a warm palm made her fall abruptly silent. Caitlyn finally looked up at her and, to her surprise, found only a teasing smirk tugging at Vi’s lips. "Relax, lamb, I was just joking. You frowned so hard you actually scared me a little."
"That wasn't a frown. That was thoughtful contemplation," Caitlyn tried to deny, but heard only soft laughter in response.
"Yeah? Are you sure about it?" Vi playfully poked the wrinkle that had settled between her brows, gently smoothing it out.
Caitlyn didn’t hold back and broke into a smile. She caught Vi’s hand and laced their fingers together. "You can't prove anything…"
The half-hearted conversation faded again. The lights dimmed around them, and the opening credits flickered to life on the screen. But inside the car, neither of them paid it any mind. Vi stared at their intertwined palms, afraid to move – terrified it was just her imagination, that it wasn't real. Caitlyn blushed noticeably under the intense gaze of the girl beside her, afraid to stir. She barely breathed, waiting for Vi's decision.
The air conditioner hummed softly inside. The new peach-scented air freshener filled the car. An empty water bottle beaded with sweat in the cupholder between two heated bodies. Around them, maybe five other cars lingered, and in at least two, no one watched the movie anymore.
Vi felt too comfortable to pull away. She cradled Caitlyn's cold hand in hers, insisting to herself it was just because Caitlyn is chilly. Miss Kiramman kept their joined hands in her lap, blocking any escape for Violet. Not that Vi minded. She exhaled softly in surrender and faced the screen again, replying to Caitlyn with a tender palm squeeze.
Only then did they both unwind. Caitlyn, because Vi hadn't withdrawn her hand but drew it even closer. And Vi, because she sensed Caitlyn's other hand resting atop hers.
Silence settled between them once more, yet brimming with warm contentment. Could this count as a first step? Caitlyn wondered inwardly. Does she truly mean it? Vi questioned in her own mind.
"Sooo… Team Jacob or Team Edward?" Vi crept into the conversation in a whisper, afraid to look at the girl beside her, yet still throwing cautious, appraising glances her way.
Their eyes accidentally met and froze. "You cannot possibly be serious!" Caitlyn replied with a teasing, sly smirk, her thumb tracing the back of Vi's hand like it was the dumbest question imaginable. "Team Alice, without question! What about you?"
Vi chuckled, shrugging off her question's awkwardness. Of course it wasn't a man, how silly. "I prefer Victoria. She's pretty badass... and I'm totally in for it." A confident smirk returned to her lips, which Caitlyn could barely keep her azure eyes away from.
"Victoria, huh?" Caitlyn scowled in clear displeasure, sinking back into her memories. I see!
Sarah Fortune. The one who orbited Vi closer than anyone. They shared a project, as if fate conspired to pair the two girls, driving Caitlyn mad. And yes, she is a redhead – a fiery redheaded beast aiming to steal her Vi.
How did she know more than she should? Well, Vi wasn't the only one with creepy habits toward the girl. Caitlyn mirrored them, just more stealthily. She never trailed her outright but pored over her schedule, coincidentally appearing in the right spot at the perfect time.
"I wasn't aware redheads are your type," Caitlyn played at indifference, with poorly concealed jealousy. Unconsciously, she squeezed Vi's hand tighter in her own and turned to the screen, just to avoid giving herself away.
"You haven't been paying attention, lamb," Vi smiled contentedly. She was cracking Caitlyn's defenses like nuts, one by one. " I don't like her for her looks – well, yeah, those too, but not mainly. She's confident, a bit of a mean femme. That's what draws me more than anyone else in this one."
Caitlyn stifled a smile, sensing Vi's insistent gaze and mustering her old courage. She took a deep breath and nonchalantly tilted her head back against the headrest, and turned to Violet. Caitlyn needed all her willpower not to let her eyes fall immediately to those soft lips and maintain at least some aura of mystery.
Even when Vi gazed at her like the world's most tempting dessert. Even when those gray eyes boldly traced her face, lingering hungrily on her lips.
"Good," Caitlyn purred, sensual and languid. She nearly leaned over the center console to finally taste Vi. She almost climbed across the seats, aching to settle in the girl's lap instead. "Though between us, I'm hardly the lamb," she added confidently.
"And why's that?" Vi asked with a daring challenge, her gaze sliding toward Jacob and Bella's unfolding scene. "Because my hair is lighter than yours?" a weak joke slipped from her lips.
"No. You see, I happen to bite," Caitlyn murmured captivatingly, holding eye contact without falter, inching subtly closer to her. "You, on the other hand, are all gentle warmth and innocent charm."
Vi was afraid to move, feeling Caitlyn's warm breath on her cheek. The girl watched her like Violet is a timid mouse scampering through a golden wheat field. A triumphant smile curved her lips; then she shifted their joined hands, guiding Vi's firm grasp onto her thigh while pinning it with her own on top. No escape remained now, but the driver craved none, easing deeper into her seat with cozy resolve.
Caitlyn wasn't just perceptive but deeply attentive, sharp enough to assemble Vi's portrait from fleeting fragments. She told herself she was merely imagining it all, fabricating details. Yet truly, it was her mind's artistry – spotting subtleties and interpreting them with unerring accuracy.
A stack of rippling muscles, tattoos – even on her face – a perpetual scowl, leather jackets, combat boots. Vi screamed stereotypical danger: nightmare fuel for stuffy parents, morning regrets incarnate. Yet beneath that rugged shell hid a gentle, steady woman – self-assured and robust enough to shun help, pouring her strength into those she cherished.
Jayce remained a nonstop motormouth, but for Caitlyn, that was a bonus – she gleaned secrets Vi withheld, tilting odds her way. If Violet wouldn't act for herself, Kiramman absolutely would. Seizing control posed no issue. The real hurdle was earning Vi's trust, which demanded raw honesty between them.
"Can I be honest with you?" she beat Caitlyn to it again, as if they were thinking the same thing.
"Of course," the girl agreed easily, pulling back a little and meeting the already waiting intensity of those grey eyes. "We listen and we don't judge!" she lifted her hands in a playful surrender and smiled.
"The first time I saw you, I thought you were a pretentious, stuck-up bitch," Vi blurted out in one breath, but didn't allow herself to flinch. "I got the impression that you looked down on everyone, with your nose in the air. It was kinda annoying."
Caitlyn's mouth shaped a perfect 'O'; she pressed one palm to her chest in mock offense, while the other stayed firm, trapping Vi's hand securely on her thigh. "Okay, fine – I was wrong. I do judge! How could you even think that about me?" Caitlyn poked her with feigned offense.
Vi laughed briefly and hastened to explain. "It was my first week on campus, and you made that girl cry, so I wasn't exactly in a hurry to figure you out myself. But my opinion changed soon enough," she awkwardly cleared her throat, remembering the library accident. "Due to circumstances."
"What are you talking about?" Caitlyn racked her brain for what Vi meant, but no clear image surfaced in her memory.
"You and… Hmm, what was her name?" the girl frowned, thinking. "Michelle…? Ah, no, Maddie! That's it, Maddie." she smiled broadly, catching Caitlyn's eyes again. "I was hauling my stuff to my room when you two lingered outside forever. At first, I figured you were dating or whatever. By the time I headed back down, she was talking, but your glare chilled even me to the bones. Later, I bumped into her in the showers – full-on sobbing. No clue what went down, but you radiated pure villainy... that signature 'stay away or else' aura of yours."
Vi offered an awkward smile as Caitlyn's face soured with displeasure. She obviously grasped what Vi meant, but would she explain herself?
The words hung in the air. The confusion in those azure eyes turned to anger, then slowly shifted into distress and sadness. Her eyelids slowly filled with salty tears, and a moment later, one of them desperately escaped, rolling down her cheek.
Honestly, Vi was so, so scared. What had she messed up? Was it truly that raw a topic? Why drag it up now? Idiot! What a stupid, stupid mistake! Vi was on the verge of digging her fingers into her own hair and yanking it in frustration.
"Oh God, I'm s-sorry. I-I didn't know th-this was a sensitive t-topic," the girl suddenly started stammering. Her warm hand flung open the armrest, searching for tissues, when a sly laugh echoed through the car. Vi's head snapped up.
Caitlyn was smiling dangerously, casually wiping away the drops of fake tears. "If all it takes to win your sympathy is to cry, then I'd be happy to do it!" Vi, utterly baffled, plunged straight into confusion.
"Fine, you can be the lion, I don't mind," she snapped the armrest shut, only now realizing her fingers dug into Caitlyn's plush, yielding thigh – sparking a greedy, satisfied smile on the latter's face. "So, what's the deal with that Maddie chick anyway??" Vi tried to retreat to safer territory, but the temperature inside her body had clearly risen.
"Are you actually interested?" The driver nodded, and Caitlyn's fingertips trailed gently along Vi's bare forearm, igniting a rush of goosebumps beneath her shirt. Vi stayed composed, at least on the surface. "Alright…"
Caitlyn's expression softened just a touch, her nails giving way to tender fingertip pads. Vi kept catching herself relishing this girl's touch, and craving more and more to reciprocate it.
"I'd rather not get into details, if that's all right," she waved her hand vaguely in the air and immediately returned it to Vi's forearm, as if being away from her skin was a torment. "To make a long story short, Maddie completely misread simple friendliness as something deeper. She somehow decided we were exclusive, despite our conversations being strictly academic and limited to class time. She constructed an entire narrative out of thin air and attempted to assign it to me," Caitlyn felt that Vi wasn't pulling away and chose to trust her, raising her weary eyes. "I'm afraid you caught us right when I was snapping her back to reality."
"Ouch!" Vi winced, her thumb soothing Caitlyn's palm. "You never dropped her any hint of something more?"
"Nope, not once," the girl answered confidently, letting the story fade into the past. "It's just that some people mistake kindness for weakness, and some mistake it for interest. She's bi, but apparently thinks that if you're a lesbian, you want every girl who talks to you." Caitlyn rolled her eyes and huffed in irritation.
"I get it," Vi returned with an encouraging smile. "Every other person thinks I'm only interested in getting them into bed, and when I show up with flowers, they're suddenly not interested. It's annoying, you know?"
Caitlyn flashed a perilous smile and edged closer, oblivious to their surroundings. "Ah, so you're a hopeless romantic at heart? How delightful" She swept Vi with an enchanting gaze, still balancing on playful's edge, then locked back on her eyes. "Good to know!"
"Ha-ha." Vi kept smiling, undaunted, as if Caitlyn didn't radiate the vibe of someone ready to pounce any second, leaving you powerless to refuse. "Is that all you got from my confession?" she raised an eyebrow in mock offense.
"Are you implying I'm oblivious to your feelings?" Caitlyn was, after all, a Kiramman, no stranger to provocation. "You think I can't see past my own nose?" still playful, but already too close to the edge.
Vi was playing with fire, watching in real-time as the flame ignited in the eyes opposite her. "No, ma'am," It was still striking how seamlessly Caitlyn toggled between those two states – but alcohol deserved the credit. In daily life, she was more a fluid blend of both.
"Good girl," she cooed saccharine praise at Vi, one cheek-pinch shy of doting – yet Caitlyn restrained herself, even as those cheeks begged to be kissed and squeezed. "But I understand completely. You're ready for something real, and the other person hasn't even considered the possibility. I know exactly how that feels." She rolled her eyes at the memory.
"Personal experience?" Vi burned to ask her questions, to unravel Caitlyn deeper, and she wasn't holding back, not within reason.
"You could say that," the girl shrugged, seemingly indifferent, but Vi saw the remnants of hurt and traces of insecurity beneath it. "I've been told more than once that behind the Kiramman name, it's hard, if not impossible, to see the real person with real feelings."
Vi paused, chewing her lip in thought – lost in it just long enough to let Caitlyn catch her breath. "Can I have another honesty?"
The girl lazily swiveled her head back toward her; every so often she'd flick her eyes to the movie, but she wasn't truly watching it. "Of course, Vi, I'd love that," she smiled softly.
"At first, I didn't realize who you are," Vi smiled awkwardly, but Caitlyn was only amused by this. A silent 'what?' froze on her face. "Until Jayce called you Kiramman, I thought you were just some friend of his…"
Caitlyn laughed carefreely, expecting absolutely any truth but this one. It felt so nice. "You never cease to amaze me, Vi, but can I really trust you?" she abruptly turned serious, brows furrowing as she barely held back a smile.
I mean no harm," the girl reassured her softly. "But I should mention I'm on an academic grant funded by your parents. So, I knew you existed, yet exhaustion apparently blinded me to your resemblance to Tobias or Cassandra."
"It makes me incredibly happy," Caitlyn admitted honestly, gazing dreamily at Vi. " You wouldn't believe how many times I've been informed that I am my mother's mirror image."
"I'm afraid I can guess it's annoyingly often," Vi smiled encouragingly, her fingers still gently stroking Caitlyn's thigh, where pale skin burned hot beneath the dress's thin layer. "But don't worry, I've already forgotten what Mrs. Kiramman looks like, having watched you so long… and so closely." The final words slipped out as an intimate whisper.
It felt too affectionate. A pleasant warmth bloomed inside Caitlyn, while Vi hoped she'd finally done everything right.
"Are you flirting with me?" the girl snatched the initiative, flashing a smug smirk.
"Flirting on the job?" Vi feigned outrage, but her smile bloomed instantly as she eased her face closer to Caitlyn's. "Ne.Ver." She drew out each syllable, shattering the last of Caitlyn's pretense.
They gazed honestly into each other's eyes. Savouring the seclusion and silence, heavy with unspoken desire. Soft tactile touches, gentle caresses, and shallow breaths – both were immersed, neither willing to stop.
In just one night, they'd rocketed up a sheer mountainside.
The credits were fading when Caitlyn spoke, her voice laced with hope, teeth catching her lower lip. "Feel like one more stop?"
"I do," she said, exhaustion vanishing like magic. Coffee would get her through tomorrow on her feet, wouldn't it?
They were the first to leave a drive-in theater. Caitlyn's hand settled comfortably just above Vi's knee. Light smiles lit their faces as the night lights pulsed rhythmically on the empty road. Melancholic dreampop drifted from the speakers, melting away any lingering anxiety.
At a stoplight, Caitlyn reached back and grabbed Vi's jacket. Violet stayed still, not wanting to interrupt, quietly watching with warm joy as she draped it leisurely over her pale shoulders. Her arms glided smoothly into the sleeves, but Caitlyn indulged further. With graceful fingers, she lifted one lapel to her lips, inhaling deeply the intoxicating blend of perfume and Vi's skin musk.
Vi quit thinking ahead, quit anticipating. She gently clasped Caitlyn's hand and pressed a confessing kiss to its back. Then it dropped back to Violet's leg, and Miss Kiramman smiled, no longer hiding her adorable tooth-gaped grin.
They grew quieter in silence, chattier in words. About everything and nothing. Vi shared tales of her family and their wild childhood. Caitlyn griped about the dull galas her parents endlessly hauled her to. Vi ranted on her hobbies and why juice for breakfast drove her nuts. Caitlyn reminisced fondly about archery lessons, how she'd fallen for the bow just as deeply.
They stopped overthinking and trying to choose their words. Conversation flowed easily and naturally. It no longer mattered what or how – only that they were with each other. Alcohol freed Caitlyn's words. Weariness eased Vi's guard. The brush of palms, fingers, hands sparked hope.
Gravel crunched under the car's tires. They were alone on the tiny parking lot nestled under the canopy of trees. A path was visible among the trunks, but there were no streetlights along its edges.
"Should I be worried?" Vi giggled, but eyed Caitlyn warily as she pulled leather gloves from the jacket pocket and slipped them onto her slender fingers. "Or will I at least keep one kidney?"
"Don't be silly," Caitlyn smiled softly. "Turn on the flashlight, it's not far to walk." she patted Vi's thigh and got out, beckoning her to follow.
Vi hustled after her, yanking the parking brake and killing the ignition. "You've got my trust, Miss Caitlyn!" she teased with a playful snort.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes in mock annoyance but tugged Vi closer, linking their arms. "Call me miss one more time, and I'll bite your head off," she warned – a light shiver rippled through her, her silk dress offering no warmth.
"Don't pretend you don't like it," Vi teased, holding her tighter while lighting the path, which was indeed quite short. "I can see your pupils dilating."
Caitlyn playfully nudged her side. "I'm not confirming that," she said after a brief pause, drawing a deep inhale of Vi's perfume. "Without it, I feel like myself – just Caitlyn, not the Kiramman heir, you know?"
"I can only imagine, never having borne a family legacy's weight," Vi said softly. Their eyes met shyly in the darkness, pierced only by the flashlight's beam and faint moonlight. "But I doubt it's as easy or comfortable as it seems." Caitlyn nodded gratefully, her hand sliding lower to intertwine their fingers once more.
After a few more steps, they emerged from the slender forest strip. Before them sprawled the city. Its vivid lights and shimmering hues gleamed like treasures in an open palm. The city lay hushed, resting before dawn. They stood at the edge, savouring the view side by side.
"Wow!" a whisper escaped Vi's lips. "I had no idea this place even existed…"
"It's my favourite one and…" she paused awkwardly, afraid to speak the truth that followed. " And I wanted—I wanted you here, by my side." Warmth spread through Violet's chest, embracing her heart.
Caitlyn tugged them toward the lone bench, settling down and draping her legs across Vi's. A warm hand fell over them at once, shielding from the crisp yet gentle wind.
"Why?" the driver asked with curiosity and a hint of mystery.
"Would you allow me to match your honesty with my own?" Caitlyn looked up at her shyly from under her brow. She nervously fidgeted with the edge of the sleeve and pressed closer to Vi.
"Of course," Vi smiled warmly, her arm draping over the bench's back as she tucked a playful strand behind Caitlyn's ear. "I'd really like that!"
She was silent for a moment and took a deep breath. "You're not the only one who could face creepy stalking charges," she was embarrassed to admit it, and even more so to meet Vi's eyes after the confession, so she continued, "Jayce dragged me to just one match – the very first – and then… I was hooked. You filled my thoughts nonstop, impossible to shake. But you stayed so swamped that I never dared squeeze into your packed schedule. I refused to steal the scraps of free time you barely claimed anyway."
Violet grinned wide, barely restraining the urge to kiss her right then and there. But Caitlyn missed it. Even after Vi's own candid confession of liking her and some 'stalkerish' tendencies, she still held back, terrified of hearing no.
In this short time, Vi had given her more than any of her exes had in years of relationships. She was understanding, gentle, and most importantly, honest and sincere. Caitlyn truly believed her that the weight of the family name didn't matter and she didn't want privileges, but fear still whispered unpleasant things in her ear like a mantra.
"So you're telling me that we were both, at the same time, pining after each other, and did nothing about it?" Vi couldn't believe the absurdity of the situation and chuckled in shock, shaking her head. "That we just wasted a year like that?"
"More than a year," Caitlyn corrected her proudly, lifting her azure eyes and accepting the consequences of her confession. She was, after all, a Kiramman, and could handle anything, even possible disappointment that now involved serious feelings. "But yes, you could say that."
Vi shook her head in disbelief and smiled happily, not trusting her own ears. "You know, Sarah actually told me you were giving me weird looks," this caught Caitlyn's attention more than anything, and a hint of jealousy surfaced. "And silly me didn't believe her. I thought she was just making fun of me and my hopeless crush on you…"
The shy confession struck Caitlyn straight in the heart. Would she wait any longer? No.
She cupped both palms against Vi's cheeks and drew her in swiftly. A kiss. The kiss. Another. A lingering one. Caitlyn simply couldn't – and didn't want to – stop, swept up in Vi's fervent response. Maybe they should've talked first, truly known each other, go on a few dates, but the longing and yearning had simmered between them so long that waiting felt futile. And both absolutely refused to.
"We shouldn't have…" Vi gently pulled back, keeping her eyes closed for a few more moments, feeling and savoring Caitlyn's warm breath on her lips. "You smell like mojito, and I'd rather you made this decision with a clear head."
"So what? You've got a crush on me, aaaaand you smell like a tasty kiss, but you don't hear me complaining," Caitlyn whispered with a wide, satisfied smile right against her lips, stealing a few more short kisses.
"I don't want you to regret this in the morning," Vi confessed honestly, snapping back to reality. But a reality where Caitlyn was much, much closer.
"I know the order of your social media photos by heart," she smiled happily, gently caressing the girl's cheeks. "There's nowhere left for me to run from you… And I don't want to, not at all."
"You do realize I'm free just five minutes a day," Vi protested weakly, trying to dissuade her. "And as much as I'd love to, I can't carve out more time right now?"
"We'll make it work," Caitlyn looked at her with hope. "I can walk you from dorm to lectures, then practice, and back to the dorm. That'll steal us an extra twenty minutes or so."
Vi chuckled softly in surrender. "Alright," she said. Hearing those words, she finally relaxed, drawing Caitlyn closer onto her lap. "But let's wait till you're sober, then talk again, with clear heads?"
"You doubt me, Violet?" Caitlyn fixed her with a challenging stare, refusing to let her hide or pull away. She insistently looped her arms around Vi's neck and pressed her body flush against hers. "I'm telling you this now, and I'll say the same thing in the morning – I've waited too long to give up because of temporary difficulties. I like you way too much not to try!"
"Then… will you let me to take you home?" Vi's words confused Caitlyn, making her tense up. "It's dawn already, Cait. Classes start in a few hours, and you need a couple of sleep just to see each other again soon," she gently kissed her under the ear and whispered. "This is more than just a crush… I'll be waiting."
"Fine," Caitlyn exhaled wearily, but pressed closer for just a little longer… just a bit more.
Vi cradled her to the car in strong arms. Gently settled her inside, then kissed her forehead, enjoying soft, delicate fingers tangling sweetly in her hair. Caitlyn called herself from Vi's phone and saved both numbers.
The drive to the Kiramman mansion was filled with a sense of pleasant anticipation and the sadness of parting. Caitlyn held Vi's hand tightly in hers the whole way, as if trying to convince her otherwise. Maybe even to persuade her to drop everything and run away together into the new dawn.
But they weren't in a romantic comedy, so reality hadn't gone anywhere and wasn't about to.
Vi stopped at the closed gates, beyond which a long driveway stretched. And when Caitlyn started rummaging through her bag for her wallet, she gently stopped her. "Don't," Violet said confidently, catching her eye.
"But we had a deal-" Caitlyn stopped herself, carefully reading Vi's gaze and everything she was trying to convey with it. The girl looked at her with certainty and unquestionable insistence. " At least allow me to cover the cost of the charge?" Caitlyn tried again, feeling awkward about taking up Vi's time and giving nothing in return.
"No, Cait," she gently laid her warm palm over Caitlyn's pale ones and snapped girl’s clutch shut herself. "You don't need to pay for anything, really. Just try to get some sleep and not fall face-first onto your desk during your morning lecture," Vi smiled tenderly, stroking the back of her hand with her thumb.
"Ugh, come on, Vi!" Caitlyn whined almost like a little child. "Please, let me cover the charging? Pretty please?" she playfully stuck out her lower lip, throwing all her effort into convincing her.
Instead of replying, Vi drew her close and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "No, Cait, don't. Hurry up and rest instead – that's the best thing you can do for me." she smiled at her caringly. "Besides, your mother already looks like she's going to be displeased with me."
Caitlyn snapped her head around. Standing on the doorstep, arms crossed over her chest, was none other than Cassandra Kiramman, staring in their direction. Well, at least she probably hadn't seen them kiss, thanks to the remaining darkness.
"See you tomorrow?" Caitlyn asked hopefully, returning a quick kiss to Vi.
"Of course!" Vi smiled warmly. "See you tomorrow…"
A Few Weeks Later
The soft, warm sun caressed her pale cheekbones. Sunglasses confidently shielded her light eyes from the bright glare. Caitlyn slowly sipped her cherry slushie, attentively watching the crowd of students streaming out of the faculty building like a wave. She had arrived a little early to make absolutely sure she wouldn't miss the perpetually rushing Vi.
A shock of pink hair flashed brightly in the crowd at the top of the steps, and Caitlyn immediately stepped out of the shade, heading straight for her. Along the way, she tossed her empty cup in the trash and shifted the paper bag of food to her other hand.
"I really like this hoodie," Caitlyn's hands instinctively claimed their rightful place on Vi's shoulders, pressing her entire body flush against the muscular frame. Without a second's pause, she shoved her sunglasses up onto her forehead and hungrily seized the girl's lips with her own. "Want to give it to me right away?" she teased, licking her lips.
Vi drew her in for another lingering kiss, coiling her arms snugly around her waist and tugging Caitlyn even closer, causing the girl to arch back just a touch. "We're still negotiating over the jacket, and I'm not ready to open another dispute."
"But it looks so good on me," Caitlyn winked playfully, pecking her nose and leaving a faint trace of lipstick. "Or don't you want me to keep thinking about you?"
"I need it for work, cupcake," Vi squinted at her distrustfully and feigned a frown. But Caitlyn knew her too well to fall for that.
"I know, which is why I'll graciously give it back to you before your shift and responsibly reclaim it after," Caitlyn smiled, pleased with herself. "But let's get down to business, we don't have much time."
"My lecture got canceled," Vi grinned widely, adjusting the strap of her new leather backpack.
"I know… That's why I'm here," the girl bit her lower lip, pecking her better half on the cheek and lifting the bag of food. "You promised me a date!"
"Too little time for the kind of date I want to take you on," Vi admitted sadly, catching the scent of Japanese cuisine. "But! Lunch and a short nap time – that still counts as a date, right?"
"Of course, babe," Caitlyn kissed her again and slipped out of her embrace. She intertwined their fingers and dragged her towards the dorms. "And since your roommate is back, we're going to my room."
"Yes!" Vi pumped her fist in a joyful gesture. "Finally, I get to see my favorite-"
"Don't you dare!" Caitlyn cut her off sternly. "Just rest and nothing else. You've got practice later, and with you gearing up for the season finals - I'm not about to wear you out any more."
"Excuse me? I always relax when I'm with you," Vi tried to argue as they hurried through the square across the university campus.
"Yes, but we both know you'll want to unwind me right back, and that'll drain you even further," she stopped abruptly and pecked Vi on the lips again. "So quit arguing and fancy what we've got."
"You and I will circle back to this after I win the season!" Vi declared confidently, dropping a kiss on Caitlyn's neck.
"Definitely!" the girl winked at her, opening the door to her single room.
Vi attacked the food as if she'd never eaten before in her life. Caitlyn even got worried she might choke or forget to breathe. But Violet just smiled and kept stealing quick kisses between chews as they passed each other favourite dishes while sharing the meal.
As soon as the food was gone – Vi shed her hoodie and jeans, left in just her boxers and thin cotton t-shirt. She quickly crawled under the blanket and beckoned Caitlyn to join her. The girl feigned annoyance, but her warm smile gave her away. She quickly packed the empty containers into the bag, took off her button-up shirt and pressed trousers – carefully hanging the clothes on the chair.
As always, Vi gently lay down on girl’s chest, kissing the skin just above the lace of her bra. "Hellooo, my dear Kirammauntains…" she whispered cheekily, nuzzling her nose between them.
Caitlyn just laughed at her shenanigans, gently stroking Vi’s head. "You dork," she hummed lovingly, leaving a kiss on her forehead.
"No! I'm your dork," Vi let out a deep yawn and finally shut her eyes, nestling in comfortably at last.
"Yes, babe," Caitlyn whispered softly, barely audibly, into her hair. "Mine. Of course, mine…" she exhaled contentedly and, after setting the alarm, relaxed fully as well. "And only mine."
The game was on that weekend.
The final match of the football season, and Caitlyn had anticipated it more than anything else. With all her preparations for defending her bachelor's thesis now complete, she devoted herself entirely to resting before the defence and maximizing every moment with Vi. After this, gruelling exams loomed ahead, until the free summer at last granted them uninterrupted time alone together.
Cassandra and Tobias unexpectedly ended up next to their daughter in the stands, suspiciously dressed in football merchandise bearing the number that shone on Vi's back as she lifted the championship trophy. When the team tossed their best player in the air, her eyes searched the crowd for only ones.
Caitlyn couldn't contain her excitement. She'd spent the entire game vehemently yelling at the referee and cheering on the players. Two stripes in the team colours adorned her cheeks, and on her shoulders was the varsity jacket she'd snitched from Vi's closet with her girlfriend's last name emblazoned on the back. Caitlyn had even managed to scare Jayce when she crushed him in a bear hug after the second goal Vi scored – which, incidentally, turned out to be the game-winner.
But the true surprise awaited Violet after the match. As always, Caitlyn lingered outside the locker room and promptly greeted her with a tender kiss, still bashful as a teenager about showing affection in her parents' presence.
"You did bloody great, my champion!" she whispered in her girlfriend's ear so no one else could hear. She remained private about everything, especially protective of Vi and their relationship.
"Thanks, cupcake," Vi brushed a quick peck on her cheek once she noticed they weren't alone.
"Congratulations, Violet!" Tobias extended his hand with a good-natured smile. Vi immediately straightened her shoulders and shook it confidently. "A splendid game. I'm glad you chose the right football," the man joked. His crisp British accent couldn't frame words any other way.
"Thank you so much, Tobias!" Vi smiled politely. She'd met Caitlyn's parents quite by chance not long after their very first ride together. Even so, she still felt awkward around them despite their warm and welcoming attitude toward her.
"Your performance was truly exceptional – a pleasure to witness," Cassandra's sharper tone startled Vi a bit, but that was always how it went. It was as if she forgot the woman's voice entirely, only to readjust at every new encounter. "Though, to be honest, congratulations aren't the only reason we're here."
Vi had no chance to thank her before Mrs. Kiramman pressed on. Tobias's perceptive gaze caught his wife's scarcely restrained excitement, and he grinned widely. "A particular sports scout happened to be in attendance, and I'm delighted to inform you that you stand an excellent chance of landing a contract even before graduation!"
The girl stood in shock. A contract? Like… an actual professional contract? WOW! "Are you serious?" Vi barely managed to get words out, feeling a pale hand gently and supportively take hold of her waist.
"Yes!" Tobias stepped in, seeing his wife could hardly hold back. For the poised and proper Kiramman, she had grown far too invested in their daughter's girlfriend. But truthfully, she had known Vi before. Those awarded their university scholarships were handpicked by the Kirammans, and the Lanes sisters had been the simplest choice of their lives. "In order for you to concentrate wholly on your sporting future, we wish to move before our competitors and present you with a sponsorship agreement."
Vi exchanged a glance with Caitlyn, but her girlfriend was clearly already in the know and quietly served as an anchor and steady support. "This is a very unexpected offer," Violet stood in shock, her gaze shifting from Tobias to Cassandra and back. "I-I don't know what to say…"
"You can expect the formal proposal to arrive by post next week," Cassandra's CEO voice returned. "Use the time to consider it carefully, won't you?" she gently touched Vi's shoulder. "The final decision is yours."
"I will," Vi nodded and smiled softly. "Thank you!"
Cassandra nodded and took her husband's arm. "Make your decision with a clear head," Tobias smiled, and Vi nodded again. She couldn't believe the reality of what was happening. Couldn't believe it was all true. With that, the Kirammans said their goodbyes to the girls and departed, engrossed in animated conversation as if seeing nothing and no one around them.
"Sooo… What do you think?" Caitlyn gently drew her back to the present, having stood silently beside her, cradling her beloved close.
"This is fucking… fucking awesome!" Vi flashed a wide grin, and suddenly swept Caitlyn up into her arms twirling her around. Free, exuberant laughter filled their lungs. "DAAMN! Pinch me, I feel like I'm dreaming!"
Caitlyn playfully pinched her butt cheek with glee and giggled, leaning in tight for a passionate kiss. "It's no dream, babe – you truly are that exceptional. Far more magnificent than you even realize!"
"You really think so?" Vi asked teasingly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"Of course!" Caitlyn kissed her once more, her arms wrapped snugly around her waist. "And once you're officially a Kiramman, my love, I'll have forever to make you believe it!" the girl smiled lovingly, gazing earnestly into her eyes.
"You think I'd agree to take the Kiramman name?" Vi raised an eyebrow playfully. "After all your stories and sleepless nights?" She gently nuzzled her nose against Caitlyn's, teasing her, not giving her a chance to back down.
"Perhaps a hyphenated name – Lanes-Kiramman? Would you like that?" the future businesswoman Caitlyn immediately offered, her lips brushing against Vi's while maintaining the barest distance.
"Deal! Where do I sign?" Vi flashed a wide grin and captured her lips with her own. Caitlyn laughed joyfully, her merriment swiftly infecting the girl.
Winning the season, a steady present, and a clear, assured future – that was, of course, wonderful and delightful. But best of all was that the girl of her dreams was now her destiny and her reality.
Forever!