Ivy was probably having the worst day possible. She had worked a killer overnight shift at the dinner which for whatever reason was more packed than normal. She was exhausted from it but when she got home she was unable to sleep. She wanted to try and get a little bit of painting done since sleep was hating her.
She was only able to get about 20 minutes into a new painting before work had called her back in. It was only supposed to be for a few hours but it turning into being the whole damn day. It was about 11:30 when she was finally free from the hell of work. She wanted nothing more than to sleep for about 10 years. God how fucking fantastic a death like sleep sounded right now.
She was heading into her apartment building absolutely not able to focus on really anything but walking. And that’s when it happened. She bumped right into someone, hard enough for he to fall back onto her butt rather hard. It was hard enough to knock the wind out of her for a quick second or two as she looked up at person. Her face quickly turning red as she realized who it was. Fucking Vincent Hughes. What the hell was he doing here? “I must be fucking dreaming...” She mutters to herself as she rubs at her eyes. Nope. He was still there. Right in front of her. While she looked probably the worst she’s ever looked in her damn life.
She whines ever so softly as he covers her face for a second, her cheeks turning a very red color. “I’m so sorry.”