working at the museum was either a good time or utterly boring , and this time , youra was feeling the latter . the funniest thing about it was the fact that she didn’t even need this internship , but it was better than sitting around her apartment all day doing nothing more than spending money she didn’t need to be . far too expensive heels click on the steps of the met as she checks her phone , a little frustrated that her driver was nowhere to be found ( traffic was horrible so could she really be upset with johnny ? ) her shoulder rams into another , and her purse’s contents spill once the purse hits the steps . ‘ oh shit , ’ youra mumbles . ‘ i’m sorry — i didn’t mean to . . . i was not paying attention . ’