She swore she'd fight her siblings for making her late for her job at Votive. They held her up at the restaurant, trying to pry into her life as much as they could. Penelope simply just walked out of their little spot in Brooklyn, breaking out into a sprint towards the subway. Luckily, she’d made it onto the platform just as the doors opened for passengers to get on. She tried to quietly mask how out of shape she was while holding tightly onto one of the poles.
After hastily walking to the resort, Penelope had walked into the lobby – eyes searching just in case her manager appeared out of nowhere. That is, until she noticed a very familiar figure standing by the reception desk. It couldn’t be. There was no way that it could have been him. All her worries about being late disappeared, and instead, affliction and heartache quickly replaced it. Her body instantly betrayed her, remembering exactly how it felt to be with him. The joy that came with being around him, holding him. But then she also remembered how it felt for him to hurt her. For him to break her heart just before he left her.
“Oh, I, what the hell?” The brunette said loudly as she stumbled a bit. “Watch––” Penelope looked over at Logan, his icy gaze piercing right through her. Her cheeks reddening with just that look alone. “You know what, it’s fine. I’m sorry. Have a nice day.” She said shortly, before bolting off to the spa. // @logansndrs