Karishma kept one foot after the other, struggling to breathe. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on as she saw glimpses of her destination in front of her.
"Just a little more," she mumbled, talking to herself. "You can do this."
Karishma smiled, she had finally made it. She was almost there, almost. Just a couple more steps and she-
The brown-haired woman cursed out loud as she tripped, all the paper bags in her arm falling as her face crashed with the cold, hard ground. She groaned, sitting up as she rubbed her cheek, hoping that it wouldn't leave a bruise. She sighed heavily, looking around to see all the groceries on the floor, some had even gotten squished under her body weight.
She turned her head, glaring at the TV remote that was clearly the culprit. How did it even get on the kitchen floor from the living room? A mind-bending mystery that Karishma would never figure out the answer to.
Karishma surveyed the damage. Most of the items had made it, though all the eggs were broken and Karishma knew that she had to clean them up as soon as possible otherwise they would begin to stink real bad.
"Should've just taken an extra trip," Karishma muttered as she stood back up and began picking up the groceries. Who was she kidding? She would rather hold ten bags and try to carry them all at once than make two trips to her car.
By the time Karishma done cleaning up, she was exhausted. She had spent a long day at work, sweating away in the heat of the kitchen where she had recently started as the head chef. She had reached before breakfast service began, and had stayed until after dinner to help clear up. Fortunately, she made it just in time to the grocery store before it closed. Only for her clumsy self to make yet another mess.
Every inch of her felt grubby, and she desperately needed a shower before getting into bed and passing the hell out. She grew excited just thinking about the amazing sleep she was going to have. Oh, her soft, warm bed was just calling her name at that point.
The water washed away the grease and some of Karishma's tiredness. She lived for moments like these when she could just take some time for herself and de-stress. She walked out of her bathroom, one towel wrapped around her body as she used another to dry her hair.
Karishma had brought home some leftovers from the restaurant, and thankfully they were unharmed after her majestic fall. Some roasted mushroom sounded_____
Karishma paused in her tracks, her eyes widening in shock as her gaze fell on a woman she had never seen before, standing right there in her living room. Karishma frozen still as the two stared at each other, none of them making any move as Karishma dropped the towel she was using to dry her hair, on the floor.
The woman was tall, she seemed to be of Asian descent, with dark black hair and eyes, If Karishma had met her outside of these circumstances, she probably would've found her hot. But in this scenario, Karishma did not know whether to run at her or away from her.
What should you do if you see an intruder standing casually in your house when you're only dressed in a towel?
"Before you even think of screaming-" the intruder paused as she lifted a corner of her shirt. Karishma's eyes followed her actions, gulping at the gun that was tucked in the woman's waistband. "So don't, yeah? And the same goes for calling the police."
"Just...just take whatever you want, dude," Karishma spoke, raising her hands in defense.
"Take whatever I want?" The intruder blinked, looking around the apartment that was filled with old and mismatched furniture. Most of the stuff Karishma had was either left there by the old tenants, or shit that she found for free on the streets. Safe to say, she didn't really have much.
