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When Kimberly asked if there were another set of stairs, Carla looked at her puzzled well nodding her head. Of course there was another set of stairs, did she think a whole building in a fire would fight their way down one set of stairs? Then again, maybe Kimberly didn’t know much about apartment life, or well her apartment building. “On the other end of the hallway.” She said softly her chin resting on her knees again as she let her eyes glance back blankly before her. It took her mind a minute to fully hear and understand the rest of what Kimberly was saying. “Business.” She repeated softly, no emotion in her voice before she closed her eyes. 

“About the money she owes?” Carla couldn’t help but whisper. Her grip around her legs tightened as her body started to shake a little. “Wh-wh-what about. . . the.. . . money she got. . . for.” She swallowed trying not to chock on her own spit. But not matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get out the ‘me’ in the question. Would Liz’s bad ways really pay of her debt? If it did, how much? Then it suddenly hit Carla like a brick wall her eyes opening wide horror over taking her tense and fearful body. Slowly she glanced up at Kimberly. “Do-do-do I owe you. . .?” She whispered once again unable to finish her question. It was her worst nightmare. Not only was she dealing with the mob that Hale tried his damnest for her not to get stuck with, but now, she owed money and her life to the mob boss daughter.

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As Carla came up to the table and placed the glass on the table, she bite her lip a little before holding out the straw for the woman. She really thought this was a stupid idea. She was starting to doubt the idea altogether, but then she really looked at the woman, rather then the straw she was holding out. She looked like crap, exhausted, and totally unhappy. Carla could see a reflection of herself in that woman. Her body pressed up into the closet of clothing, her back on the wall as she wrapped her arms around her legs and cried into her knees. Her body was covered head to toe, so not a piece of skin but on her face was exposed. 

She shook away the memory and took in a deep breath before finally asking the woman to sit with her. The woman looked up at her confused, the full pain that she was hiding inside her body becoming clearer. However, the woman didn’t just look at Carla but pass her, making Carla glance back as well, the chef bumping the door a little as he ducked. Carla blushed deeply. “I’mma kill him.” She muttered before peeked back at the woman who was looking up at her, Carla’s cheeks still red from her boss embarrassing stunt. Carla almost missed Kimberly’s name as she cursed herself and her boss for this really bad idea. She had a feeling the chef had a faint idea as to why she disliked males and seemed to be more comfortable around women. He also knew Carla didn’t go out, and it was just her, Liz and Jem her dog. He was always telling her to get out and live life more, make friends. Every now and then he would invite Carla over for dinner with him and his wife who was currently pregnant with their first child.

Carla smile a little still embarrassed. “Carla.” She said before realising Kimberly already knew that her and blush flared up again. “Right, you already knew that.” She said softly before slipping into the seat across from Kimberly. Carla’s lips pressed into a thin line as her hands came to rest on top of the table, keeping close to the edge as she stared at them. She didn’t want to move too much into the woman’s space, and once again she was wishing she could take this all back and go hide in the back again. “Oh right!” She said before her hands came up to cover her mouth. “Sorry.” She whispered remembering the girl was currently dealing with a bad hang over, or what she believe was. Her hands came down to rest on her lap under the table, she stared at the swirls of colour on the table top. “He said it was fine. In fact, he enjoys when I want to talk to. . . anyone.” She said softly before peeking back up towards the door to see him peeking again before she scowled at him making him laugh a little before heading back to work. “I’m starting to think he’ll bring your food himself just so he can spy.” She said before glancing back and remembering why she wanted to sit with Kimberly in the first place.

Her scowl faded into a slightly depressed look. “ah. . .maybe? I-I mean I notice things that others, er, don’t? I’m overly observant I guess. . . “ She said trailing off. “ I mean. . . you don’t have to talk about it, or anything. I can just sit here.” She paused again glancing out the window her hair falling into her face a little making her one hand come up to push it up behind her ear. “Life can really suck sometimes.” She finished watching the people walk about their day as if everything was normal. Someone could be having the best day of their life, someone could be thinking about killing themselves, someone could be losing their job or someone they care about, well someone could have just got a raised or gave birth to a child. There was always a time for happiness and a time for deep pains of the soul.