She's annoyed again.

She came home already in a mood, slamming the front door and making all the cat memorabilia rattle.The cats all ran away from her, when they usually fought each other for a moment of her time. You frowned at her, worried.

She sighed heavily as she put her bag down on the kitchen island and reached for a bottle of wine. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she pours the dark liquid into a cup, red nails flashing.