Cupid's mismatch? I don't think so....

Chapter 1.

Every single day it's the same routine
Eat~work~sleep~.... Nothing ever changes, just the same coffee every morning, same bus station, same face...
But I hope it does anytime soon.
You really want to know me? Ok cool just don't get mad when I'm boring later.... But yeah I don't mean to brag but I'm never boring...

I'm Ariana Rollins, aged 25, trust me I look way younger than my age and in case you want to know my skin care routine,tough luck cos it's in my genes.

I work at this simple cafe with a really strict boss I have colleagues but one's my best friend. I'll come to her later.

I'm slightly on the crazy side, sarcastic as hell, I have hazel orbs and mixture of brown and blonde hair, average in height and uhm... I'll hold out information on my weight.

So I live in this apartment with crazy neighbors, one of the reason I'm slightly crazy, I've got a cat lady for a neighbour and this other bachelor with a dog and it's a general knowledge that car and dogs do not agree so yup it rains so much cats and a dog everyday in my apartment not literally but you get what I mean....

I live at the top floor above all the commotion downstairs. I've also got a schizophrenic lady and there's fat bobby... the guy who would stuff so much dozens of donuts in his face, he's looking more like a donut everyday and no, I don't body shame him at all ......

Sometimes I feel like the landlord placed a sign saying home for the crazy and slightly crazy....

That's by the way ...
I think that's about everything about me you should know....

Trust me you'll know me better along the way.
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"Oh Damn it! Open up you damned door" I yelled at my dumb door with a bad knob.

I had gotten into the bathroom and forgot to place a wedge between the door and it's post, now the knob is freaking jammed.

I've complained severally to the landlord but the deaf man won't answer me, it's time I paid him a visit with my shot gun, don't worry guys if I probably had a shotgun then I'd have a license for it....

No one knows how much lies drips through my mental tongue

I groaned as I tried turning the knob, I've got ten minutes till I'm late, stupid me hit the snooze button when that alarm went off... Now I'm ten minutes away from facing a very angry Mr. Dante, who's my boss ..

"Come on come onnnn!!!!..... Urrrrgh..." I yelled in frustration.

"Just.. Freaking.. open...up" I said everyone word while turning the damned knob repeatedly.

It opened at the umpteenth trial and I dashed out of the bathroom....

"Now eight more minutes" I said looking at the alarm on my desk.

I rushed to my closet throwing clothes left and right looking for something simple....

"Aha!" I exclaimed picking a black top and black jeans .....

Most of my clothes are pretty much black.... Black's my favorite color by the way......

I just dressed up in a hurry before attempting to brush through my hair, I placed the brush in my hair but it wouldn't go through because my hair has a lot of knots in it, I tried harder and the handle of the brush snapped...

"Oh come on!" I yelled glaring at the broken brush I threw it at a corner before simply tying my hair in a messy bun....

I'll be visiting a hair salon soon....