She was late again, everyday, honestly it was a wonder she wasn't fired. She jumped from her bed, quickly changing into her work outfit, a white shirt and black skirt. Brushing her hair, then putting in her false white teeth over her sharp, pointed black ones, brushing them, rushing to grab her bag and change of cloths after work, slinging them over hr shoulder she ran out the door, forgetting to lock it, again!, and running down the path. Before long she was running into town, she glanced left and ran right into someone, a tall man. Her eyes wide and apologetic and she got down picking up her bag.