#perfectinallthings

Of course no one called her to say the clinic was closed today. Of course she had to find out after taking the two hour train ride into the city, walking six blocks from the station and finding a hastily scrawled and painfully misspelled note on the door. And of course no one was answering their phone to tell her what was going on.

Ah. The joys of unpaid internships.

She wasn’t sure she could stand another long train ride so soon, so she hopped a local and took it uptown, planning to spend the next couple hours window shopping before heading back to the school.

The fall lines had just come out and while earth tones weren’t her thing, she really liked the shades of teal that were popular this year.

Speaking of… that jacket belongs on her body. She angled her head to get a look at the price tag through the glass.

Ouch. The agony of unpaid internships.

it’s a  really nice day out in the city than never sleeps; the perfect day for skipping on lab duties and hanging out on the patio of the local Starbucks with a venti caramel macchiato…  

Or, at least, it would be if there weren’t so many taken seats. It seemed like everywhere she looked there were couples hogging the tables or groups of high schoolers taking selfies while enjoying coffee and pastries (isn’t it still school hours, what the hell??). In any case, it doesn’t look like there’s a spot for the intern.

Rather than do the logical thing and leave with her drink and laptop, she takes a seat on the floor in the corner; the idea seeming good at the time until she actually looks at the floor and sees how disgusting it is does anyone even know how to sweep a fucking floor around here?

Across the room, there’s a single seat.

Darcy doesn’t even think twice about stealing the seat across from the woman already sitting at the table.