ANGELICA'S MORNINGS ALWAYS STARTED AT 4 AM ON THE DOT, STRETCHING IN THE DARKNESS TO AWAKEN HER TIRED MUSCLES. Sometimes she'd turn to see her sleeping boyfriend and just drink in the sight, admiring how peaceful and beautiful her partner looked. Today was not one of those days however, as he went out clubbing the night before and presumably crashed at one of his mates places. Typical Corey. 

Her feet swing on to the side of her bed, finding her fluffy slippers to put on as she gets her stuff to prep for a shower. Ange lived by herself and although it was a blessing for some, it was a curse for her. She hated waking up to an empty home, cold floorboards and no warm food prepped. So bottom line, she missed her family. Sure, she had been doing this for a while now but that didn't make it any better. If anything, it made the yearning for her relatives stronger. 

Ignoring the void she felt in her stomach, she placed her towel on to its rack and became undone. Her brunette hair falling just above her bottom as she stepped into her shower. The water was freakishly cold but she convinced herself that it was for the best as the pros outweighed the cons. Lathering soap on to her scalp, memories from the previous morning replayed in her mind. 

"What do you mean you don't feel comfortable with me doing my job?! I've literally been working here for a whole year and you only think to bring it up now?!" Angelica was raising her voice now, anger bubbling in her chest as she argued with her 5 year long boyfriend. Corey blubbers on the other end, clearly not having much to say. "Well, what kind of boyfriend would feel comfortable if their girlfriend was hanging around half naked men all the time! Huh?!" Ange can do nothing but scoff. "Don't be a fucking dick, Cor. You clearly don't trust me after all these years." his sigh is all that can be heard but he doesn't disagree or agree either, which pushes Angelica over the edge. "If you're gonna be like that then you can suck it up, because I'm gonna continue doing my job whether you fucking like it or not." 

With that said, she hung up. She couldn't believe the conversation they just had. 5 years. 5 YEARS and he was still being petty about Angelica working with a bunch of grown men who were either in committed relationships, baby daddies or just genuinely not interested. Her head pounded as she spun around in her wheelie chair. "What a dick." she mumbled to herself, throwing her phone across her desk. Knocking can be heard on the other side of the door, catching Ange's attention. "Come in." she calls, recollecting herself and putting on her most convincible smile. She's relieved when she sees Herbie walk in and instantly deflates, the façade fading from her face. "You alright there?" Herbs asks, sitting down on the bed set up for her patients. 

Herbie Farnworth, an English lad who had moved here quite a while ago was certainly her favourite amongst the flurry of boys in the team. He was kind, a great listener and just an overall cool individual she enjoyed spending her time with. One thing she couldn't get over was his thick English accent but she couldn't really talk because she was a Kiwi and you know how that goes. She turned to face him, expression clearly tired and smile so evidently fake. "Just got off the phone with Corey, you know how he's been lately." Herbie didn't like her boyfriend and it definitely wasn't because he had a crush on her. Okay, maybe that was another reason but it was also because he was a general pest who didn't know how to treat a lady. He's met him once before, at an end of the year party and as soon as Angelica brought up the fact they (herself and Herbie) were friends he pulled her into an all-tongue-kiss. Right. In. Front. Of. Him.

"Figured. I could hear the whole thing from the hallway." Herbie chuckled, feet swaying back and forth. "Oh my goodness, no you didn't!" Angelica squealed in embarrassment, hands smacking her face. "Hey, hey, don't do that!" Herbs said urgently, standing to grab ahold of her hands. "I was exaggerating. I only heard the last part. You know, the whole "if you don't like it' yada yada yada part." Ange's eyes remained shut. "Oh my God. That's so fucking embarrassing, Herbs." she sighed, arms falling light to his touch. He placed them down slowly, making sure not to overstep or break any boundaries. "I probably looked like such an idiot, didn't I?" she said as she shook her head, refusing to meet Herbie's curious gaze. "Nah, not even. If anything..." he wandered towards the door, hand on the handle. "I think you're the cutest when you're angry."

Angelica splashed the already freezing water onto her face but that did nothing to prevent the flush of red on her cheeks. Cute? Herbie Farnworth, someone whom she was definitely attracted to but had to refrain out of loyalty to her partner, found her cute? Her head couldn't wrap around the fact that that's what he had said. Or maybe she was hearing things. But then what else could he have said? 

She decided not to think about it anymore, although it was definitely going to come back to haunt her in later hours of the night. Rushing to get dressed into her standard broncos gear and puts on a couple of accessories that would go with it. At the end of the day, she was just a girl. As for her hair, she tied into a pony tail before plaiting it. Mascara and lip gloss would have to do for today as she was almost running late.

One more check in her reflection is enough to confirm she looks fine. Checking her phone she sees a notification she thought she'd never receive. 

Babe 🤎 5:15 am
I'm sorry for everything I
said yesterday. I'll be coming
over after work so see ya then
:)

⊹ 𓈒 ۫ 𝗿𝙚𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝙚𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝙚𝘀 ─ 📝
first chapter ye ye !! hopefully
this is going good and alright.
heads up though, this book's 
updates aren't going to be as
flowy as SPREAD THIN because
this is literally my boredom one
so yup. 

anywayssss yes, ange is a kiwi.
sorry i just can't write from an
aussie's pov if i tried 💀
#proudkiwi 

۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 𝐢𝟎𝟖𝐫𝐞𝐧 ── ☆