@chancemonroe // femi’s apartment
sometimes it felt to femi like days dragged on and nights never ended. she had always been overambitious, filling her schedule to the brim and then some for the sake of being able to say she could. days like today were where it caught up to her, filling her bones with lead and depleting her drive to none. knowing better than to overexert herself by now, she took advantage of the fact that she owned the tattoo shop and made her own schedule at the lounge. a good slow day would make up for far too many fast ones, or at the very least she would try. after sending a few quick texts to the right people, femi pulled herself out of bed and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. if she could get the good food down, she'd only need good company to make the day complete. pulling out her phone, she leaned against the counter and opened chance's contact. if there was anyone she could have a day off to be herself around, she knew it would be with him. "how fast can you be here?" she sent off, following up with, "i'm making breakfast and you're on the menu."












