Wes was in a bad mood. He wanted to just get in out of the hardware store without any problems and it seemed like everything was going wrong. On his way to the store some asshole drove into a puddle spraying him. Then soaked and finally at the store he found out they didn’t have what he needed and he had an argument with the guy behind the counter who clearly had no idea what he was talking about. He then made his way back with 3 out of the 12 things he went to towards his house when his bag broke and spilled a box of screws all over the sidewalk. When he was finally a few blocks away someone bumped into him and he dropped his stuff again. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” he snapped. He sighed and knelt down to pick up the screws again. “Sorry. Shitty day.”
“What, so you saw it fit to make mine just as shitty?” she bit, harshly dismissing his apology and shrugging her jacket off of her now coffee-stained work shirt so that she could better peel the hot material away from her skin. It was a lost cause, though, as the caffeinated substance had already left its mark on her reddening skin. Despite this, she crouched down with some haste, helping the male pick up some of his fallen screws with a heavy sigh. “I’m going to be late anyways,” she resigned with a mutter, collecting as many as she could into her palm before holding them out for him to take, “— here, I’m assuming these are yours.”
