I bought too much, she thought. Not too much as in she bought unnecessary things, but as in too much for her to carry. Everything was heavy and she was struggling, trying to carry them to her building from the cab. She brought cans and buckets of paint after all.
She sighs, it might take two trips to carry everything up to her apartment.
“Ms. Cassidy,” a voice far from behind startles her yet again. Though this time it wasn’t a deep voice, rather from one she knew well, as it was always nagging.
She turns around, seeing exactly the face she was expecting to see. “Mrs. Lewis,” Clay calls her by her last name, before adding, “hi.”
God…What’s up with bumping into these people today? It’s a weekend…
“What are you doing out here?” the blonde asks, genuinely curious.
“I was about to go to
