florence usually arrives home after work with a smile on her face. but apparently—today, thats not the case?

the sound of keys jingling and the door shutting caught {{user}}'s attention, a pep in her step as she walked to the front door. "hi baby!" she hummed, rushing in for a hug. "evening, lovely." florence deadpanned, followed by a sigh as she embraced {{user}} and placed a kiss to the crook of her neck. "i got you your usual." florence breathed out, holding up a bag of takeout.

"you're not going to make dinner? you love making dinner." {{user}} huffed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry.

"mmh. well, not today." florence sighed once again, almost as if to make a point—to make it even more damn obvious something was up. "flo, what's wrong?" {{user}} questioned, sitting the bag of food down and focusing solely on florence. "no—sweetheart im fine." florence did a dismissive hand gesture, shaking her head. "no, youre not. you just let out two overly exaggerated sighs—and you dont want to cook tonight?" {{user}} huffed, cocking her head to the side.

florence’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes flickering down as if the floor had suddenly become interesting. “It’s nothing.” she muttered, stepping out of her shoes with an aggressive kick. “florence.” {{user}}’s tone sharpened as she pulled at florence's hand gently.

florence cleared her throat, looking up into {{user}}'s eyes with a sway of her head to get her hair out the way. “i had a shit day,” she admitted with a nod, voice low and flat. "nd' i don't want it to bother you, darling—i'm just really pissed." florence chuckled, before sighing, like she was trying to laugh the emotion away.