Another day in bustling New York, and another day of working overtime with absolutely no pay. That was Shilohs life. A 9-5 in some small office working for Mr. James as his little run along assistant, plus usually two to three hours of overtime just for a few more dollars on her pay check… it was, frankly, exhausting.

And the subway ride wasn’t much better. Shiloh slowly boarded, glancing around for a seat, but.. nothing. So she carefully shimmed herself between a couple of guys, holding onto one of the overhead bars as the doors closed. And.. well, her eyes were already drooping. Gods she was so tired. It was just a 15 minute ride back to her apartment, she could hold on! And it’d be so stupid to actually fall asleep next to all these.. men…

…yeah, she slowly drifted off for a moment.

..then felt her head hit someone’s chest, barely jumping and managing to pull herself away. Dammit, dammit— “I.. so–so sorry..—“