under usual circumstances , lips would curl into the widest grin even at the sight of the all too familiar spot she’s used to spending almost every friday night at , yet there’s not one thing to be upbeat about and so features form a nonchalant grimace , as fingers linger on the door handle , before eventually creaking the gate open with one swift motion . lips part briefly to allow a deep breath in , only to exhale at a painfully slow pace , as if her mind is still processing the several blows received in less than a day . unlike most times that the girl faces a problem or two , she’s not angry , or at least not yet consumed by rage , instead experiencing a rare moment of desperation that instantly transforms into an even harder exterior that could easily , along with her , break in mere seconds . ‘ fuck me . ’ barely mumbling under her breath , hands curl into tight fists on either side of her lower waist once dark hues spot perhaps the last person she wants to lay eyes on and while one would expect her to approach for the sake of their shared distaste for one another , the brunette purposely takes a sit further away in hopes that he won’t be able to catch a glimpse of her . ‘ can you please just pour me a glass of wine , i don’t care what kind . ’ / @jaycefm