You glanced from your wrist watch to the clock on the wall for the third time that minute, the seconds ticking down until when you were supposed to get let off. You were extremely anxious just waiting, hoping that the clock would work faster down to 5:30, or maybe time would pass without you noticing. You sketched out the edge of a shoe design, you working for a shoe company, imagining the possibilities Corbyn could've set up for the night.
Tonight was very important to the both of you. Corbyn has finally gotten back from tour, and you had managed to get out of work early, therefore Corbyn had promised to set up a date for the two of you with his only night off.
The chair had began to become uncomfortable, as well as your shoes, as you slightly squirmed starting to lightly pack up your things unnoticeably. While in the middle of stacking your sketch filled folders, you noticed your boss wandering through the isle of work desks, so you quickly whipped out a sketch and acted like you had been working the whole time. All of a sudden he pops into your cubby slightly startling you at his timidness.
"Hey Mrs.y/l/n, the service in the building has gone down, someone hit a telephone pole in the street and there's tons of traffic. We need you to stay behind and finish the drawing for the meeting tomorrow since your the only artist here. If you finish I let you go." He stated with a smile trying to keep a friendly look on his face, soon swiftly turning and walking away.
Your heart had instantly sunk, the tears forming in your eyes as you fell back into you your chair, throwing your arms on the table, and laying your head down. You stopped the tears from going, figuring you could try your best, but these drawings took hours to complete, and not to mention plan out colors and materials. You were devastated that you couldn't even let Corbyn know, but determined to not let the night be ruined. you kicked your shoes off, threw your hair in a messy bun, rolled up your sleeves, and instantly got to work.
After an hour of brainstorming you had finally came up with an amazing idea, and spent even longer sketching it out.
You had finally finished, even if you rushed at the end, and with a smile on your face you had glanced up at the clock to see it was already 10:35pm. You instantly dropped the smile and feeling the need to cry again. Practically sprinting, with the feeling of the hard wood underneath your socks, you dropped the folder off at his desk before rushing back to yours. Once packed with your shoes back on, you sprinted out the doors and down the stairs hoping it would be faster than the elevator. Sprinting out to your car, you trip on wire but get back up, the adrenaline hiding the pain. You got into the drivers seat, your messy bun hanging low, before speedily backing out of your parking spot. Speeding down the street, making every green light you could, you tried to make every second count, but that didn't help when you got on the highway. Just as your boss had said, the high way was backed bad. You had pulled into the mess, it being your only way home, as the tears had started streaming down your face dragging mascara with it. The mental breakdown had started. The tears had streamed, the cheeks had reddened, and the blurry vision had come along with it. And without your notice or help, all of a sudden your car has jolted forwards, your seatbelt slightly choking you for a second. You instantly pulled the car over in complete panic and hurry, as the other driver did the same. You sat in your seat, sobbing like a maniac, but your session was quickly disrupted when there was a frantic knock at your window. You rolled down your window, slipping out the car door to see a very panicky lady flailing her arms in fear.
"Oh dear, I am so sorry I did not mean to do that young lady, I apologize so much-" she paused mid sentence quickly noticing the tears on your face.
"Oh my miss are you okay?"
Without even making a sound you shake your head, bringing your dry hands to your face, while she proceeded to embrace you in a loving hug.
"I'm just having an aw-ful day, ever-ything is going wrong and today was my boyfriends on-ly day to spend." You managed through the sobs, your tears soaking her sweater.
"Oh dear, that sounds like no fun, but let me tell you dear if this boy truly loves you he wouldn't care how much time you got to spend with him as long as your working hard. So I promise by the time you get home this boy will be there." The soothing voice quieting your sobs.
You quickly thanked her, letting go and turning to look at your car.
The whole end was smashed but luckily she was nice enough to give you her insurance card and make sure she pays for it. After that you had gotten back your car, your tear stained cheeks a bit dried. The traffic had soon let up, but the sky had completely darkened the stars the only thing lighting up the town. Pulling into your driveway you park right next to Corbyn's car, hoping he wasn't upset. You grabbed your bag and jacket, quickly scurrying up the front porch. You scramble to get the right key, still a little shakey from crying. Finally the right key goes in and the door opens up. You walk into the living room to see Corbyn sitting on the couch in front of a red blanket on the floor with a bunch of rose petals and candles surrounding it. You stood there feeling extremely guilty for making him wait for you. He stood up off the couch, you hadn't noticed the small struggle at first but he embraced you in a hug before lightly tugging your hand back to the couch. You both sat down side by side on the couch slightly facing each other, the apology blurting from your lips.
"I'm so sorry babe, I love you so much, and I ruined this night. I couldn't call or text because the service was down, and I was held late and-" your rambling was cut off by his soft lips on yours.
"It's ok." He whispered in your lips.
"But I ruined your dinner." You countered
"Dinner wasn't the only thing I had planned for tonight." He added a kinky wink to the end making you giggle.
"I don't know whether that makes me want to kiss you or push you off a bridge." You smiled along
"Can I choose?" He smiled leaning into the kiss, but you turned your head to see the empty wine bottle sitting on the coffee table.
He was drunk.
"No you can not mister, you are drunk and you have rehearsal tomorrow." You laughed putting his arm around your shoulder, even though it didn't help much when he's so much taller than you. You balance with him walking to the bedroom before lightly tossing him on the bed. But before you could get out of his reach, he lightly pulled you down on top of him, trying to kiss your face, you just laughing along on top of him.
"At least let me get a little bit of what I had planned." He smirked through his plead.
"Fine but only because I feel guilty." You laughed and went along with it.
And let's just say the night ended good.
