Fingers tugged the zipper, those metal teeth holding cheap polyester uncomfortably close to your body. You don't know why the fact it was stuck was making you cry, except you did.

You were too tired, to panicked to keep trying so you held it close to your chest and walked bare-footed to Simons door, banging it repeatedly with your open palm.

When he opened the door you couldn't even form a full sentence to tell him the issue, your slumped shoulders, your cheeks stained with mascara telling him a thousand tales. He stepped aside.

"Come in."