it was a FOOLISH choice to reject a ride home at this time of night. but fiorella was too modest to accept it. her apartment building wasn’t too far from the restaurant. just three long blocks. she’s walked longer in worse weather so it was no skin off her back. the sounds of her low wedges as they c l a n k e d against the pavement weren’t as loud as the honking of horns or screeching halts of yellow cabs.
still, the blonde remained within her own little bubble. humming idly as she reminded herself of the busy day she had ahead of her tomorrow. however, what she doesn’t anticipate is tall stranger she bumps into along the way. fia falls on her butt, the heels of her hands scraping and growing red ever so slowly. face red with embarrassment, she can hardly meet the other’s eyes, “ i am SO sorry, i never pay attention to where i’m going. it’s my fault. “
@theirprophecy wanted anotha one !