Delaney remained irritated as hell as the day wore on. Like it wasn't bad enough that Chris was a typical man and Trix was a constant annoyance, but now she had to deal with no fricking caffeine or sugar to soften the stress she felt. Her trip downstairs first thing had shown her that, and then the posts from other housemates about their personal stashes being removed had tipped her off to what was going on. It was seriously not cool, but there wasn't anything they could do about it. Because they'd signed up for this.
She felt lethargic enough that she'd had to force herself to shower and dress, and in the end she'd only done it because she wouldn't be seen out of her room looking less than her best. One never knew who they might run into, and she always liked to be prepared. She made her way down the stairs from her floor, passing through the foyer and then turning toward the kitchen. Maybe she could make a smoothie or something. Her steps were heavy, and her expression lacked its usual optimism. Dammit, she had to stop being bummed out. She could end up with wrinkles.
Once in the kitchen, Delaney saw that she wasn't alone. "Hey," she said, her smile a mere ghost of its usual brightness.