[You live on the floor above me and you stomp a lot. ] A firm knock. Then a second. And then a third. When the door opened, an annoyed blonde crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, I wasn't going to say anything but do you mind not stomping around? Some of us like to try to sleep before midnight."
This was not Rinoa’s day. It was awful and stupid and terrible and all the things that kept her up at night came crawling back. On top of which, some bitch is coming to make even worse!
Ugh.
She wasn’t a bitch, she asked very politely for Rinoa to quiet down, but goddamn it if this lady didn’t catch Rinoa on her worst day.
“It’s only 10-” Rinoa cut herself off. “Sorry. It’s just that some other people have-” Stop.
She sighed. Why was she trying to pick a fight with this stranger? It’s wasn’t the blonde’s fault. “I’m sorry. I’ve just had a terrible day, lost something, and I’ve spent the past hour destroying my place to find it.” Her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence. “I’ll try to keep it down”












