Tarese

It was another one of those days where Vincent wished he had never gotten out of bed. He had woken up late for a start, and almost decided to stay home, when he remembered how crucial it was that he went to work. In the hurry to leave, he broke a plate and burnt his tongue on his coffee, and as Vincent headed out of his apartment, he dropped his keys twice, and had to run in his office clothing, which were incredibly hard to run in, to catch the bus. It was also gray and raining and only now that he discovered he had a hole in his shoe. It was not a good start to the day indeed. When Vincent walked in to the reception hall with his left foot