Ava Sharpe was not a dog person, she was perfectly happy with the low maintenance, yet clingy kitty that resided in her apartment, and sure dogs made great running partners but they were so annoying; they made noise, they shedded, and jumped on everything. That was why when she saw the little fluff ball running towards her, she was most certainly not pleased. It began to wiggle its butt and jump up onto her legs, causing muddy paw prints to mark her leggings.
She heard a breathless voice come in "I am so sorry, he usually doesn't run like that."
Ava looked up to reprimand the owner about the control of their dog and remind them that dog leash laws were there for a reason. The woman standing in front of her briefly tossed those thoughts from her mind. She was attractive, extremely, undeniably attractive. She was short, shorter than Ava at least, with blonde hair pulled up in a bun and bright blue eyes. Freckles spotted her face, leading down to muscular shoulders and chest. Defined biceps and muscular forearms led to long, dexterous fingers hosting an assortment of rings. Her legs, even covered in spandex leggings, looked lean and muscular.
"Hey." The girl said "You listening?"
The tone of the girl caused Ava to fall out of her reverie and reminded her what exactly she wanted to say to the dog owner. Flushing, Ava replied "Yeah, you should work on keeping your dog under control."
A slight frown settled onto the face of the woman in front of her. "Yeah well, you shouldn't judge, he's just puppy."
"Puppy or not, you should either be able to keep him under control or leave him on a leash." Ava admonished.
"He needs to run around, so what if I let him off for two seconds" The woman defended.
"What if someone was allergic to dogs?" Ava replied bitterly.
"You're not" The woman said, slightly angrily.
"No, but…" Ava was about to keep arguing, but decided it wasn't worth her limited energy, she sighed. "Yeah, okay." Before turning around and heading back towards her apartment, running faster in this direction, in part to escape the infuriating dog owner.
The next evening Ava was at the grocery store having run out of eggs. She had just entered the produce isle when a crash sent her spinning around. A small blur of blonde had come whizzing around the corner and collided directly into her cart, sending several items toppling over.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." The woman said starting to straighten things up, before looking up to the owner of the cart. "You!" She exclaimed.
"I was going to say the same thing." Ava said with a frown. "First your dog, now your cart? Can't seem to keep control of anything."
The smaller woman frowned. "What is your problem?"
"My problem!" Ava exclaimed. "You keep running into me, literally!"
"I said I was sorry!" The woman exclaimed.
"Fine, whatever, fine." Ava said with a sigh, grabbing her cart and heading to the checkout.
Ava pulled up to her apartment building 15 minutes later, a few grocery bags in her hands. She set them down at her door step after walking the three flights to her apartment. While she was digging through her purse, she heard a soft bark and the jingling of keys, she looked up and saw down the hall someone opening the door to the apartment next to hers while holding a small dog. The woman looked up and their eyes met, Ava recognized her instantaneously. She heard a small "Fuck," come from the other woman's mouth before she walked down the hall towards Ava.
"Hey, so we're neighbors." She said as she finally got close enough.
"Yeah, I guess." Ava said.
"Look I know we haven't really had a great first or second meeting but can we just move on."
Ava sighed, she couldn't believe that the apartment next to hers was going to be filled by the rather annoying woman she had run into at the park and the grocery store.
"Yeah fine. I'm Ava."
"I'm Sara" the woman said "And this is Jax" she said holding up the small fluff ball in her arms.
Ava nodded her head slightly, and returned to trying to locate her keys, but the woman seemed to want to keep talking.
"How long have you lived in Star City?" She asked. "I just moved here."
"A while." Ava replied.
"So, what do you do here?" Sara prodded.
"Look, Sara was it? I'm exhausted, I don't really want to make friends with my neighbors ever, especially chaotic ones, so could you please just let me go into my apartment?"
Sara huffed "Rude" she said before turning on her heels and stalking back to the entrance of her apartment.
After entering her kitchen, Ava slid into a chair, poured herself a generous glass of red and massaged the headache that was starting at her temples. She hoped to god she wouldn't have to deal with Sara in the near future.