after your particularly rough day, every small thing piled up on one another. you were stuck im traffic, you spilt coffee on the papers your were gonna turn in, not to mention your colleagues didn’t stop asking questions about assignments. you just wanted to go home to Florence.. that’s all you wanted. i mean who wouldn’t wanna go home to her and get cuddles after a shitty day?

as your walk through the door, putting your bag on the floor with a thud, the harsh slamming of the door and your shoes being kicked of only proved to florence to be extra nice. she appeared from the kicthen

“hey darling, how was your day?”