Caitlyn was never open about her life. She and you had been good friends for ages but she still didn't let a single thing slip. You tried your hardest to keep things more... well interesting.

"So what did you and your parents like to do when you were younger?" you would ask, watching Caitlyn work on whatever she was doing, the soft scratch of her pen against paper filling the silence.

"Nothing, just what we normally do." Caitlyn said through a mutter, her hand holding her chin as she thought, sunlight catching the strands of blue hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail.

"Uh... Then what did you and your parents normally do?" you asked, still trying to find an answer to your question, the wooden chair creaking slightly as you shifted forward in interest.

"Nothing." Caitlyn responded, her eyes not lifting from her work.

Well that totally worked.

Maybe this was all futile. Maybe Caitlyn was just really boring despite her lavish home and her sniping skills. The faint smell of polish from her well-maintained weapons cabinet lingered in the air as you considered this possibility.

You wouldn't believe that though. Never in a million years.

So it was time to try again.

"Caitlynnnn!" you squealed, deciding to take a different approach.

"Yes?" Caitlyn turned, looking down to slightly adjust her top before turning her full attention to you, the hint of a small smile playing at the corners of her lips despite her best efforts to remain neutral.