Boyfriends little sister (hollstein) -completed-

Apologies and Welcome Wagons

( I recommend listening to Polaroid by: Imagine Dragons on repeat. )

Laura sits at the front desk with her right elbow resting on the counter and her head in her hand. Her left shamelessly poked at the register, spitting back obnoxious noises.

It's 3pm on a Wednesday. Who would buy alcohol at 3pm on a Wednesday?

She's been feeling shitting about the whole encounter with Carmilla a week ago, and she hasn't heard from the raven locked girl since. Carmilla always knew how to interfere with her life, do something spontaneous, and then leave it without a word.

Spontaneous. Yep, that's a great word to describe her with.

Laura sighs out loud moving both her hands to her lap, sitting up straight.

Shes working alone for right now. LaF is her only other coworker, while she's working, and they're attending classes until 4. Things get pretty lonely in here.

The bell on the door chimes. Laura welcomes them, but doesn't look up.

"Is that anyway to greet your boss?" The man continues walking to the front desk.

Laura's head shoots up and her eyes expand twice their normal size.

"Oh, gosh, Mr. Hannigan, I'm-"

"Relax, Laura." He puts out a hand and offers a small smile, placing that hand on the counter. "I've noticed you haven't been yourself lately." He starts tapping his fingers. "How are you feeling?" He replaces the smile with a concerning look.

"I'm great! Never better." She puts on a fake smile to reassure, before looking down at her nails, which she's picking at feverishly.

"Laura.." He raises a brow and shakes his head pointing up to the camera above his head. "I see all."

Laura shrugs. "It's just been a tough week, is all." She admits with a sigh.

He starts walking around to the other side of the desk. "I'm finished with my errands for today. Go home and rest. I don't need you scaring away the customers with your.. tired greetings." He laughs placing a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up and sighs, going back to her original pouty mood. "Are you sure? I mean.. That would be great but..." She drags the words.

He releases his hold on her shoulder and walks into the backroom, returning a few moments later with her coat and pocketbook.

Laura shrugs smiling, not quite to her eyes, taking her things. "Thanks Mr. Hannigan."

He doesn't accept it, instead shooing her off, saying he expects her back to her perky self for work tomorrow.

Laura walks out the front door with a huff.

It's a crappy day. There's little sun poking through the clouds and wetness covers anything visible.

She puts on her jacket when the wind hits her, causing her to create goosebumps. While walking down the road, towards the college, she takes out a pack of cigarettes and sticks one in her mouth, searching for her lighter.

Shes not much of a smoker, but when she's stressed, the need comes boiling up.

She finds the lighter and covers the end of the cigarette while lighting it. It takes a few tries, because of the wind, but it works and now she's standing at the bus stop in front of the university.

She stands waiting for quite some time, smoking and shaking profusely, until it finally rolls up.

She smiles and nods at the people exiting, until the last person drags herself to the front of the bus.