Maeve let out a yawn as she sat up in her bed hitting the snooze button on her alarm clock. Stretching, the red head began to rub her eyes as she shuffled out of her comfy covers after a few moments of gradual acceptance over the fact she wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. Handing to her dresser as she began to repeat her daily routine with great ease. Of course, there would be a slight change to them. She'd still bring her clothes to the bathroom, still change once her shower was over and she would still dried off, fix up her hair, and change. However, unlike how she'd normally have milk to sip due to her strong distaste in coffee, she'd head over to the little coffee shop down the street from her apartment.She knew her charge, Greyson Killington, liked coffee and would most likely go there today as always. Or at least, Maeve hoped he would. Her sticky note stating that information on the fridge seemed to have a lot of dates and methods scratched out...
Thinking like this sped up the time of the routine Maeve was already dressed and now heading out the door and down her three flights of stairs to get to the great outdoor city. Sure it was a bit chilly today to be wearing a dress and sandals, but the cold air just helped Maeve awaken from her tired state, more so then the hot shower. Maeve continued to dwell on her previous charge even as she walked though, unable to let the women go so easily. She could only assume... She could only assume the women she helped had forgotten her already. It ate away at Maeve quietly, her eyes zoned for quite awhile as her body continued to walk on autopilot. She had been forgotten so many times before, nor did she have closure from the past.
She was still pretty distant from the coffee stop as Maeve stumbled over to a bench, nearly tripping over her own two feet as she began to fix her sandal and the sleeves to her dress before realizing she was wasting time, as always. So many useless thoughts about the past would only distract her, and her nervous habits of tugging on articles of clothing was becoming a pain as well. For all she knew, she could of missed her charge. Speed walking, Maeve prepped herself to not get flustered and to just stay calm and cheerful when meeting the man.
Just like before, this time Maeve didn't just stumble over her own to feet from not paying attention, she tripped over uneven concrete just outside the shop, nearly landing on her face as she gave her legs a few scraps here and there. Nothing she wasn't used too. Groaning, Maeve rubbed her hands which she had used to brace her impact into cold floor. Today wasn't going to be a "fun" day, that was for sure.