Who: Ileana Grigore and Jack Hollis What: A first meeting. Where: Front lobby When: Early this afternoon Warnings: Probably none.
It seemed as if every day was a new way for her to find a reason to get the hell out of dodge before she lost her mind. Right now she was quietly stewing over the mix of anger and worry in her stomach whenever Cole came to mind. None of it was helping her to keep her mood up, neither was working an early lunch shift the morning after snapping at him. The tips were lousy and her wrist was sending bolts of pain straight up through to her shoulder, but at least she was out of Bellum.
She took a detour to pick up groceries to actually make dinner to bring it down to Cole later. She did need to talk to him, even if she just wanted to sulk and give him the silent treatment for awhile. She wasn't even going to think about Stefan either. Maybe she could talk Daisy into buying them some wine and crash on her couch instead.
Juggling three bags of groceries and a half gallon of milk, Ileana tried to elbow the button for the elevator as she set her stuff down on the ground. She waited.
And waited.
She almost thumped her head on the elevator doors when she realized it just wasn't coming down. Like all she needed was to carry groceries up twelve flights of stairs.