Her day has been horrible, positively horrible.

Nothing went right, ever and she wasn't even exagerating, no, she wouldn't do such thing.

Morning started badly, somehow, she managed to spill her miso soup everywhere in the kitchen, she should have sticked with her usual breakfeast, nothing. At least this could have been avoided.

The result was horrible, she got a wonderful burn on her leg and she had to get changed. Like she had time to spare.

She had a very important appointment, what she wore was important, thankfully and even if this was her favourite skirt, she was used to plan everything carefully and had bought quite a few. Just in case.

She had to admit that this was happening quite a lot though, poor skirts kept on getting ruined, always had to rip them to run more efficiently.

Another reason why she hated Shizu-chan so much. At the thought that she kept ruining his clothes too she smirked, it was only fair.

Once she had dug in her wardrobe and got changed she rushed through the streets, running so she wouldn't be late, Shiki-san hated it and even her wouldn't dare to upset Shiki-san if she could avoid it.

On her way to Shiki's art gallery she obviously had to run into Shizuo, trying to avoid the numerous things thrown at her, while doing her best not to be late and not lead him to the headquarters. She sighed while running, her life was so difficult.

After a while she managed to loose him in the crowd and made her way to Shiki, lowly complaining about her enemy and how he made her go through passages she would never use normally. Her perfect outfit was now dirty and torn at some places. She shrugged.

The meeting in itself wasn't that bad, Shiki-san has always been kind with her and he seemed genuinely concerned for her well being.

She made it seem as if she didn't care.

After that, after heading to Russia Sushi and being told there was no ootoro left she decided to go home. Nothing good could come from a day like that and she'd be better off working at her own office, who knows from where Shizuo would strike next, after their morning chase he really might be still looking for her, it was something the brute would do.

As soon as she came home she dismissed Namie, not feeling very keen on monitoring her employee, being sure she would spill coffee on her on purpose and the burn from the morning still damn hurt.

When Namie left she heard the door ringing and sat up from her chair, surprised to see a large bouquet of various kind of flowers, covering all the colours spectrum.

No one was there.

She stayed there for a few minutes, shocked, then suspicious. After examining it from every angle she was now sure there was nothing dangerous about it.

As she carried it back and put on top of her desk she found herself to be incredibly happy.