Both women went to bed early. Annie got up earlier than Giselle, the same procedure as every morning. So when the brunette's alarm rang, she groaned and rolled out of bed with a practised motion. Her girlfriend was in the kitchen and threw her a quick glance, "Morning, sunshine! You look enticing!". Giselle frowned back and followed her friend's eyes, that stared at her chest. Her button-up shirt was loose and had her front exposed slightly. Her nipples were barely covered, but everything between wasn't.

Too tired to care, she walked up to her lover and kissed her. She received a soft kiss in response and a hand squeezed her bum. Her lips curled up into a smile. "I'll skip breakfast I think. I need a long shower", Giselle muttered and yawned. "Alright, love, I'll be off by the time you get out of the shower!", Annie stated and went back to preparing a small sandwich. Their hands intertwined briefly, then they parted ways and the brunette went into the bathroom. The warm shower woke her up, but she made certain the water didn't get her hair wet. A couple of minutes later most tasks had been completed successfully. Brushing the teeth, moisturise the skin, put on a hint of perfume, clip the hair at the back of her head, a small layer of makeup to cover the dark areas below her eyes, a little bit of mascara, done.

Dressed in cloth pants and a comfortable blouse, protected from wind and weather by her usual jacket, she left the apartment and hurried to the bus. Two more days until the move. Two more days of riding the bus. Giselle sighed and glanced at her phone. A new e-mail had arrived from a lawyer, apparently. The text quickly explained that this particular person, Julian Vermont, had been hired by Ian to formalise the divorce papers and deal with the split of their property. "Huh, that's new", she whispered and opened the attached PDF. Of course it was the type of formal language she didn't understand. Maybe Annie could help, she'd have to ask in the evening or send a text. The document would need to wait until evening.

Laureen was already inside the store and looked up with a smile. The woman had a very weird glow on her face. Curiously Giselle walked to the counter and leaned forward, "You look like someone fucked you happy!". Laury blushed and put on a sheepish grin, "Rory stayed over last night. We barely slept!". "Oh, now I get to know his name? So it's gotten this serious?". "I think so...", her coworker responded, the blush reddening even more. "Good morning, you two! Giselle, we'll get a couple of new pieces today, you'll need to make some space!", Mr Dean strolled into the store, casual as usual. "Good morning, Mr Dean", both women responded in unison and Giselle added, "Sure, do you know how much space I'll need?". "Oh, you'll figure it out once it arrives". "Sure, I'll do that!", she said and turned back to Laury, "I'm so happy for you, come here!". She hugged her friend tight. A couple of minutes later, their first customer started off the day.

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Even though her mind sometimes circled around the date of the move, she mostly stayed focused and finished work easily on time. Today both had an extended lunch, since everything went smooth. On the way home, Giselle had forgotten about the letter. A smile decorated her face when she thought about how happy her friend had been that her current boyfriend wasn't a jerk. She was happy for her. Truly happy. Laury deserved this win.

Distracted by many thoughts, time flew by and Giselle finally fell onto the sofa in comfortable clothes that accidentally were also the clothes that she would sleep in. Two flies with one stone, she thought and finally remembered the lawyer's document. At first she tried to read it on her phone, but it was tough. On her second attempt, she projected it onto the TV, but that was even worse. With a sigh, she settled back and started reading on her phone again. By page five, her eyes fell shut and she yawned. "Oh for fucks sake, Giselle, get a grip. This is important!", she told herself and sat upright to get her blood circling faster.

From what she could gather, it was a rather normal agreement to divide property fairly. As far as she could tell, it was so straight-forward that it gave her a bad feeling. When she read through it a second time, the fear of being cheated driving her attention, Annie arrived and came over to look at the distraction. The brunette hadn't responded to the Hello properly, hadn't even turned her head, so the blonde woman was curious what magic had captivated her lover. The realisation that it was a divorce contract didn't exactly make her happy, probably hoping for something spectacular or interesting. "Since you're here, would you mind having a look? I think I'm being cheated, it looks so simple and plain", Giselle wondered, turning her head to steal a kiss from the lips next to her when her girlfriend was leaning in to get a better look at the phone screen. "I'm not good with law texts, but sure", the woman responded and vanished in the bedroom to get out of a business dress, that looked amazing but didn't seem too comfortable.