F2F ;; KILILA 9/14
DELILA: It was a long day, a real long fucking day, that as soon as the clock hit midnight, she was pulling her hair out of it's bun as she made her way to go home for the night. There were some days she didn't want to leave, but others? Working in mental health was tricky, you needed to be a certain kind of person, and this was simply an off day. Checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers traced the scratch marks now at her cheek, the bruise forming on her throat, and sighed- being attacked by patients was a weekly event, after so many years you never got used to it, but you understood it. Her heels clicked against the tile of the hospital, clad in a black pencil skirt and button down, she slipped into her car a bit glad she had plans and wasnt going directly home. It would be a lie to say she wasn't attracted to the certain Hummel, and for now she was simply enjoying herself, and it felt nice for a change. Traffic was non existent at that time, so like promised she arrived at the others home in a matter of that 40 minutes, knuckles knocking at her front door.