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She didn't expect to be parking her car outside Powder's apartment at four AM.
The skies looked warm yet dim at the same time, but mostly just darkness. Caitlyn was here, dark navy hair still damp and moist fresh from the bath she'd taken thirty minutes ago.
This was quite the development.
Caitlyn thinks, yeah. She gets this for developing a rather peculiar friendship with one of her students. This bond led her to do things out of her comprehension, partially out of her control.
Powder had her fair share of asking her for small favors. This particular one is far from it.
Because, really? Helping her bake cupcakes at four AM in the morning?
That's a bit too much, is it not?
The woman was still considering calling it off and enduring her student scowling at her with crossed arms the next day. It would've saved her the sleep debts and fixed her body clock for the meantime.
The question here is why Caitlyn even agreed in the first place. This whole agreement didn't exactly come out of nowhere given the context of its purpose.
She peers through her car window, narrowing her eyes to see if the building she's parked in front of is the one that matches the picture Powder had sent.
On the other hand, maybe she kinda knows why she decided to go.
It's only been a few days and she's aches to see Vi again. And to add onto that, that implied that Vi is aware that she's allowing Powder to pull Caitlyn out of her bed so early in the morning to bake with her.
It was odd. And the delusional side of her suddenly entertained the possibility that Vi may have missed her too. 
Was she waiting for her..?
Fate really loves fucking her hard right in the ass.
Caitlyn hoped she hadn't parked in the correct place so she could reason that she lost her way. But her sight didn't deceive her when the features of the house from the picture exactly matched up with this one.
Great. She really can't reason on bailing out now.
She is on this ongoing battle of wanting and declining just with the thought of Vi.
Caitlyn on one hand wants to see her. She fucking does. 
But at the same time, she doesn't want to and not because of Vi but because of herself with Vi.
She's terrified of possibly making the wrong move if Caitlyn happens to see her in the morning.
She takes a glance at the passenger seat, with her folded apron sitting neatly on top of it.
Caitlyn had her phone in the pocket of her tight jeans. She holds it up and (tries to) type her fingers on the keyboard, hoping to God's name that Powder would reply.
(They've been shaking ever since she gripped the steering wheel, the image of Vi's smile making her clit throb.)
Prayers were heard. In fact, it was Powder who messaged her first. The timing had never been perfect and it was the first thing that impressed her this morning.
Powder:
CAITLYN
I can see you from up here!
stay there, k? DON'T GO ANYWHERE
imma be down in a bit to pick u up
we live on the second floor of this shitty building, just so u know