she stood outside, watching the heavy drizzle dampen everyone's spirits - especially those who just came in for work. she couldn't imagine having to have to work in this weather.
she was then overwhelmed with a sudden gratefulness to those asses who made her schedule. with the way the weather kept on acting, it made it too comfy to think of home.
(what's home for her, again?)
but she tries to clear her head. she tries to patiently continue her stance. she tries her hardest to wait. 15, 30, 60 minutes more. she waits and waits some more.
when she's all up and ready to leave, he's here. and she realizes
sorry doesn't really cut it, does it?