Isabel was trying to convince herself it was just very late on Saturday night and that she wasn't nearly as tired as she felt. Unfortunately the hint of color she saw from the rising sun as she drove home from work made it pretty obvious that it was Sunday. Of course the good news was that she didn't have to work today and could instead recover from forty-eight hours of Halloween themed Vegas insanity.
The problem was, Isabel discovered once she'd gotten to her apartment, while she might feel physically exhausted, her brain was still set to high gear. She made herself a cup of tea then pulled out her laptop to decompress for a bit.
Twenty minutes later, all her crops were in order, her fish were fed, and her newly bred animals were moved to their exhibits.
Then it was time to check email. Isabel smiled when she read Peter's reply to the email she'd
sent him on Friday. She could almost see the eyeroll he must have made as he replied. Yes, I'm being careful. Don't worry.
Except remembering what he'd told her
at Homecoming, Isabel couldn't help but worry. She typed up and sent a quick reply
before yawning and closing her laptop.
It was time to sleep, and if the battered backpack of textbooks sitting on the coffee table was to be believed, there was a boyfriend shaped person waiting in her bed to snuggle with.
Life was good.[Peter modded with permission, the boyfriend, not so much. But she'll make it up to him. Mostly establishy unless the boyfriend feels like waking up.]