Bijou sniffed as she made her way down the Rue De La Paix, her blonde hair tucked away beneath a black wooly hat. She’d not quite recovered from the consuming her body weight in free champagne cocktails at Le Calthorpe a few days earlier, the tiny Louis Vuitton slip dress she’d had covering her...
Zane had just gotten out of office, a little pissed and stressed from all the work people were not able to do. Sometimes his life sucked even more than it already did. And this fucked up weather didn't help his mood at all. Cold and windy. What the fuck was wrong with this world today to hate on him like that? He pulled his coat tighter and exhaled hot air into his hands before he rubbed them against each other.
If Dana wasn't home now, Zane would probably flip. No, definitely. He was hungry, tired and pissed for fucks sake. Either life was hating on him...or trolling him. Just as he was about to go up to their flat, he got a message from Dana saying she'll be staying at her friends over night and not come home.
Which practically meant that he'd have to get something to eat from some shop because it was her task to get some groceries. Things would be so much easier if he'd been born after her.
Walking quickly towards the next pizza shop or whatever was on the way, he was replying the message he got from his sister and didn't see the woman infront of him. As he bumped into her shoulder, he already knew this wouldn't end with an sorry. Zane turned around and saw the coffee spilled on her coat, a silent curse leaving his lips. "Fuck I'm sorry. I didn't see you, I was texting someone. Are you okay?"
Well, she obviously was not considering her ranting and angry look. Duh. "I'll pay for it to get cleaned and get you a new coffee...god damn this day can't get worse can it"











