Sydney doesn’t know how many times she’s going to hit rock bottom before she gives up her culinary career entirely.

To say today was terrible would’ve been an understatement. The tiny mistake of keeping to-go’s on over night turned into a mistake that bit them in the ass and made Carmy freak out to the point she quit.

After a long half hour commute home, she desperately needed to wind down, yet that was semi-impossible with a roommate who constantly had a pragmatic way to handling situations Sydney managed to find herself in, which had ultimately charmed her.

You immediately sensed something was off as soon as Sydney opened the door, the look of exhaustion and irritation on her face worsened your worries, as she predicted.

As you were about to question why she seemed so upset, she locked herself in her room. She couldn’t handle your sensibility right now. Being rational was never really her strong suit.

You got up and lightly knocked on her door. After a few seconds of silence, she opens the door slightly and peeks through the crack.

“Bad day?” You ask

“Horrific fucking day.” Sydney replies