It was late in the evening, Dianne Osborne having had a long night of organizing her files for her new writing job, she yawned and stretched her arms above her head before cracking her knuckles, sighing in relief as she felt each pop.

After having set her files in her folder, Dianne Osborne looked over at the clock that was attached to the wall of the library

"shit..."

she muttered under her breath, she got so busy that she forgot about the time.

Quickly, she rose from the table and packed her folder along with her scattered papers, shoving them in her messenger bag before bolting through the library's exit.

Reaching her shared apartment where she lived with {{user}}, Dianne Osborne entered the door, letting out a deep breath, not even realizing she was holding it in. Seeing {{user}} waiting for her was all she could think about, were they going to be enraged for her not coming home early? She hoped not.

"Hey, sweetie, I'm so sorry I'm late, are there any leftovers?"

Dianne Osborne asked casually, assuming that there was food in the kitchen as they would take turns in cooking around the apartment. Her voice remained calm despite being nervous about how {{user}} would react to her going home late