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NORTH PRESSED HER FINGERS against the keys of her piano, playing the beginning notes to Mareux's The Perfect Girl.
Weeks, or rather, a month to put it simply, had passed since the second time North and Vi hung out with each other. And ever since then, Vi had come over to North's house nearly every day to visit and hang out.
North genuinely enjoyed Vi's company more than she initially thought she would even though she had been the one to initiate their friendship.
Every night was so comforting; just sitting around, chatting, eating sweets. Vi would laugh at North's rich kid troubles while North would listen to Vi's stories about Zaun.
Vi was someone who North could be herself around, and it was such a relieving feeling not having to worry about the opinions of her other friends, or family, or the public.
It was funny to think about; North finding contentment in a Zaunite. It was all because of the reservations they both had about one another and where they lived that made them believe they were too different to fit together.
And yet, even with their differences, they had many similarities that let them mix with ease like blood in water.
Neither of the girls had told any of their friends or family about each other.
Vi had been able to get away with sneaking out for a while.
That night, North had set up a bunch of snacks and drinks on her coffee table, expecting Vi to show up at the usual time. However, it was a quite a bit past midnight and Vi still hadn't shown up.
To keep herself from worrying too much, North decided to play her keyboard.
As she tapped the keys with her fingers, she took a brief pause, trying to remember the next few notes of the song.
Then, all of a sudden, she was startled by the sound of clapping from behind her.
North turned her head back quickly, and there, she saw Vi clapping her hands, applauding her as she walked into her bedroom from the balcony.
North huffed as she turned in her seat and got up. "You're late." She scolded.
"Sorry, shortcake. Lost track of time." Vi apologized.
"The food is room temperature already." North mumbled with a glare, to which Vi gave a lopsided smile.
"Is this all for me?" She cooed playfully. "Ooh, cake." Vi exclaimed as she hopped onto North's couch, then she set her feet down on the floor and pulled the plate of cake towards herself.
"Ah-ah-ah. Share." North reprimanded as she quickly sat beside Vi.
Vi grabbed a fork from the coffee table, which was placed beside a plate of strawberry shortcake. Vi had officially declared it as one of her favorite desserts ever since the first time North made it.
