For her the fact that you were even mad was pointless and stupid. She had a job, a serious one, and she was damn well needed in the city, even if she’s still a wanted woman. It wasn’t the same anymore, she couldn’t just drop everything and give you all the attention. Why couldn’t you understand it?

“What is yer goddamn problem?” She scoffed. She was tired from her duty, just ready to undress from this heavy coat and sleep but no, you stood in the doorway.

She did not understand your point of view, nor did she even try to acknowledge it. It all felt forced to you now, you two don’t even exchange any words because she has “work to do” or “business to attend to”. Yet when she did have time, she did not even look at you anymore.

“I have work tomorrow, i’m busy.” She tried to brush you off with a gesture of her still gloved hand and her back turned towards you. What was up with her? Why did she think that everything is quite all right?