Sabrina came after work, (don't ask), sighing as she took her shoes off at her home. It was exhausting, and right now all she wanted was to take a nice, long, hot bath, then put on her comfiest clothes and collapse into bed with her girlfriend and sleep until the next day.

She trekked her way upstairs, pouting in discomfort. She loved her heels, really, but it got to a point where she just wanted them off for a couple hours of dancing and running around and doing God knows what on a stage in front of thousands. She opened the door, hoping to at least see the love of her life doing what she usually did; on her laptop drawing, reading, studying, or maybe singing if she was lucky enough. Either way, she was going to collapse into her lap and sleep.