LIVING FOR [KURT, OPEN]

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█ He was late. She should have expected it but apparently she was too busy to even consider who she was suppose to meet. Abby had been flattered when her roommate had offered to take her out for a nice coffee and grab a bite to eat before she had to head out for work. It was her lunch break, it was actually twenty minutes into her lunch break and Kurt was no where to be seen. She wanted to be the kind of person who could brush it off and say is wasn't a big deal. This being said she doesn't like lying to herself. If he didn't show she would not only be ditched by her own roommate but also have to be late to return from her break. The worst part is, she couldn't even get mad at him because he did this kind of thing all the time.

Abby tapped her foot impatiently, this was a colossal waste of her time. At first Abby had been actually happy that Kurt had asked her to this stupid lunch. She had lived with him for about three months and she wasn't about to let this guy walk all over her. This being said... she couldn't just boot him. He was really nice, sometimes annoying. He was a nice distraction that she needed every once and a while. It was a shame he was a constant distraction but she couldn't help that. Abby blushed, she felt like a huge asshole for even considering booting him from the apartment. Abby was a grown women, she would handle this in a mature way, she had to.

Abby contemplated getting up from her seat which was currently in the crowded cafe but the inner saint in her told her to have some faith. Sure it seemed weird to think of yourself having an inner saint but Abby had to occupy herself sometime. She would have to be back at work in about forty minutes. She knew she was overreacting but it felt so nice to get frustrated at something that wasn't her job. She thought being an interior designer would just be matching up pillows that look nice but apparently not. With a deep sigh Abby adjusted the constrictive collar of her white blouse. She seemed to be having a weird clash of artist meets office. Her pink hair seemed to jump out against her white button down shirt and her black pencil skirt. She had her hair back in a high bun, a bun that apparently didn't like to stay nice and neat. Abby brushed a stray hair from her face before placing her hands gently on the table. He would shot up. He had to, she would make him.

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