Sally was furious at the sound of knock on her door. It was late and Sally was both buzzed from the wine and agitated. She had been sitting in her empty living room, her back pressed up against a not yet painted wall. Her outfit was bizarre, a mix match of items she didn't mind getting dirty, with a printed handkerchief pulling her short hair away from her face.
The room was empty, save for a glowing lantern, her journal, and the bottle of wine on the counter that separated the main living area from the kitchen, Sally opened the door abruptly.
"You can't take a hint, can't you?" Sally had been trying to be polite to Justin, especially since New Years, but her nerves were fried from recent events, making her surely.