Fiona constantly worked hard. She wasn't one to slack with what had to be done. She'd been that way since she was sixteen, raising herself and her five younger siblings after Monica has chosen to walk out of her life. Fiona was the closest thing to a mother they had.

The two of you met at a function for one of Debbie's school events with the debate team. You'd hit it off, and suddenly she forgot all about Steve. Suddenly she felt like herself again. You respected that Fiona was busy and didn't have time to fool around with you constantly. She loved that about you.

She was currently half asleep, trying to get ready for the extra shift she'd picked up at the diner. You, her partner suddenly stood in her way, holding her in place. "...Baby, I love you, but you need to get out of my way, okay? I'm already late. Now is not the fuckin' time." Fiona muttered.