#devinstone:starter

                              LETTING out a low whistle, Eric shook his head. “Whew,” head shaking, he let out a light chuckle, twisted with an edge of nervousness. “That was a close one. One point’s better than none but... we’re in a hole.” A pause before another shake shifted his head. “Have you been following qualification for the World Cup in Russia? If not then... I probably sound crazy.”

                              Brows furrowed, Andrew stood at the quaint intersection, head shifting this way to that. “I...” face falling, his hand lifted to point down one street, only to turn on his heel and look down another, as if caught in indecision. “I coulda sworn this was the right way...” Scrubbing a hand over his face and into his hair, a sigh escaped him. This just wasn’t his day --- or month, really.

“Apparently asking a religious leader if they wanted to come back to mine to get illuminaughty is a bad idea. Who knew…”

Noah sighed softly as he looked up from the rough draft he had been attempting to jot down as he drank his coffee. He took a sip of the drink before spotting someone nearby, “You know, I was trying to get ahead of the game, impress my professors by being the guy that’s got everything together so I might get a teaching fellowship next year but ... I think my brain’s just not ready to kick back in after the break yet.”

“I have had to change my scrubs three times in the past twelve hours.  Three.” she stressed.  “Which means I’ve had three different people’s bodily fluids on me today. So honestly, I would not do that if I were you.”  Isabella warned sharply.

“I swear, it’s a miracle I haven’t lost my keys at this point.” Kathryn replied, letting out a soft sigh. She had been losing everything lately which wasn’t like her at all. Things seemed to be falling apart around her and she didn’t know what to do at the moment. Kathryn let out a soft sigh. “I hope your week is better than mine.”