@facet5 !!
❝ Oh for FUCK’S SA — ❞
Before the vulgarity could finish leaving her mouth, the words were interrupted by a solid THUD against the grey hardwood floors as she made her way towards a door. It was one of many, though fairly close to the stairs she’d just ascended; althoughr, that did nothing to help her souring mood as even more items spilled from her arms, balance offset by the first, and hit the ground loudly. ❝ Jesus CHRIST of course! ❞ Irritation was made loud and clear, literally, as she shouted again and squatted to the floor to grab at the various, multicolored bags and plastic-wrapped goodies. Perhaps she wouldn’t have been so angry if she didn’t just have to walk up THREE FLIGHTS of stairs ( in HEELS ) with an armful of snacks and pre-made lunches from the local Mini-Mart to get to where her assigned apartment was — as read on her complimentary phone. It was her first day in this shitty love town, and she’d kept herself from coming home, if you could even call it that, all day just to avoid accepting it was real.
That she was trapped. Cool, great, WHATEVER.
Well here she was, tired, pissed off, and hungry. Fucking starving, actually. And while Nicolette tried to ignore her circumstances, the idea of finally getting some PRIVACY was a welcome one, though she loathed to admit it. Those very thoughts were the only thing that pushed her to pull up the house key on her smartphone and unlock the door, struggling to do so as she juggled the armful of snacks. It was, however, all for not as most of it went plummeting to the floor as soon as the door closed and she looked up.
❝ What the hell—OH? ❞ To her great surprise, there was someone ( something? ) lounging on the couch, very much looking back at her. Now that she recalled it, they had said something about a PARTNER when she’d gotten here. Nicolette glanced at the mess on the floor for a quick second before waving the bag of chips in her hand, quirking a brow. A smirk played at her lips as she spoke again, ❝ Uh...hungry? ❞
