Working after the full had to be illegal. It was the most atrocious thing that Farren could think of. It was worse than spending the day cooped up or going on those stupid blind dates that August was always setting up for her. Being scheduled to work after the full was a sin in Farren's eyes. But that did not change the fact that she was, in fact, scheduled to work that morning nor did it change the fact that she was running very late for her shift. She was running with a tote hanging on her shoulder, throwing her hair up into a sloppy ponytail. Meanwhile, she kept cursing under her breath when someone wasn't moving fast enough or happened to step into her way. "Can't you tell I'm late?" she snarled at more than one person without a single apology following.
When the coffee shop was finally in sight, she made a mad dash for the door, barely catching a whiff of another wolf before she realized there was someone else trying to open the door. "Watch it --" She snapped before she thought about the scent being familiar. When she looked up she recognized Kiley's brother, Corwin, and a pathetic excuse of a smile curved her lips as she uttered a half-hearted apology. "Sorry. Running late." As if that excused her behavior. Not that she cared; anyone who knew her knew that she was as abrasive as sandpaper and never sincerely apologized for it. When Corwin tried to get his hand beneath hers, she just shook her head, gripping the door handle firmly. "That's alright, I've got it."
Sure, the behavior could have been considered rude, but it was nothing short of normal for Farren. She wasn't a ball-busting feminist, but she wasn't the type to have a man (or anyone) open the door for her when her hand was already on the handle. She pulled it open and didn't wait for Corwin to step in before she dived into the shop. "You and Kiley doing alright this morning?" She asked him, her ponytail swinging over her shoulder. It was about as cordial as she could muster, given the circumstances... and her disposition.