this is why she should have taken her car today. a brief case is held in her left hand whilst A NUMBER of papers are piled up into the other, making walking a harder task than it should have been. she’s already running late to her own book signing, carrying the work of her assistant that, in short, was fucking useless. high heeled shoes TRAVEL slowly across the concrete sidewalk, gaze fixated on the pile of shit in her hands, focusing on keeping them tight in her grasp and ensuring that she doesn’t drop them. but such sentiment fails as a force knocks against her and every single piece of the paperwork FLIES from her grasp and lands in a messy pile on the floor. “ god FUCKING damn it. “ tone is harsh, filled with an unnecessary anger that has been boiling up since her assistant failed to do her own job and lumbered lana with it all. “ look where you’re going next time. god dave you eyes for a reason. “ a statement that was rich coming from her, since her gaze was focusing elsewhere. “ fuck. “ the obscenity drips from her painted pout a second before she glances up - a soft ‘oh’ leaving her lips as hazel gaze meets the figure of a very attractive, very beautiful woman. somebody lana hadn’t been prepared for at all.
“ i’m ... SO sorry. it’s been a busy morning and i ... i’ve got a lot going on. “ cue look of embarrassment. god damn her bad mood. “ i didn’t mean to shout at you. it was my fault, i’m ... i’m really sorry. “