wrongkindofsith | Cara's Apartment, Saturday Morning

Yesterday had been a good day for Cara by any standard, even her responsibility induced frustration had come with its share of amusement at her students expense.

Today was different, not exactly in a bad way, but her near relentless upbeat mood had been replaced with a bone-deep contentment and relaxation, that in some ways was an even rarer occurrence for Cara. Rarer still was her decision to forgo her leathers in favour of an oversized button-up and shorts from her minuscule stash of island acquired clothing for no reason other than she felt like it.

Sighing, she flopped down on the couch in a loose-limbed sprawl to watch the view from her living-room window.

You know, because she could.