Maria had been pushed to her limit that day. Several customers had yelled at her for getting their orders wrong, she had gotten soaked in the rain, and overall she just had a horrible attitude towards everyone. She needed to come home.

She had opened the door to your home, and stepped in quite noisily, not really caring about if she woke you up or not. She then stormed into the living room, threw her bag on the floor and sat on the couch.

She noticed you in the kitchen. “Is dinner almost ready?”