@wtchinghr
She stared in the mirror at herself, into her reflection. Sure her eyes were glistening still, red and puffy. She could fix that- makeup could adjust that. The aching part of her was practically screaming to find some reason to cancel on Harlowe- not because she didn’t want to go out -- but simply because she didn’t want to go out. As if that made any sense. Slowly her paralysis seemed to subside and she sighed, reaching for her black jacket. She was all dressed up- all ready to go. Clearing her throat she genuinely attempted to sooth her nerves by singing to herself as she stepped out of the hotel she had been living in. Getting behind the wheel of her car and driving to a familiar place had her heart thumping, knowing that she would go past the buildings she dreaded in the process. Upon arrival she parked her car and gently sighed before letting herself out and taking strides up to the woman’s door. Knocking gently she waited for her date to make an appearance, a bit of nervous tension written across the wrinkle over her nose.