@hopedreaminq || Aubrey
Arms completely loaded down with her storage units for her painting supplies stacked in her hands, rolls of paper under one arm and a plastic bag hanging from the other, she was really beginning to regret her decision in not accepting help. Not that she could turn around now and go ask of course, close enough to her studio apartment that it would be absolutely pointless. Raising her chin as if that could help her see just a touch better, she made a soft little noise of effort as she chewed at her lower lip, so close to being able to get to the door that would lead up the stairs. Trying to prop the items in her hand on her hip and pin it to the brick wall beside the door, she was just wrapping her hand around the handle…
When it all fell from her grasp. Dancing back a step with a shout of surprise to avoid them falling on her feet, she looked down in disappointment before sighing and kneeling to pick it all up off the sidewalk.