Erin had changed out of her dressing gown and grabbed the mug holding the rest of her coffee before she left for the fabric store. She had kept on her pajama bottoms and vest top. She didn't care how she looked, she was about 10 stress levels too high for that. It would be okay, only a short walk to the store. Quickly zip around and pick up the needed fabrics and return home. She tried to reassure herself, though it didn't soothe the feeling of stress at all.<br/><br/>The redhead was in her own zone, looking down at the ground as she power-walked towards the store. That was until some strange dancing man almost knocked in her. She jumped, knocking the coffee she was carrying down herself. "Shiiiit." She muttered under her breath, stopping in her tracks to look down at the mess. Coffee had poured down her vest top and onto her PJ bottoms.<br/><br/>Brown eyes looked up to the man who was apologising to her. "It's.. fine." She stated, crossing her arms. "Do you dance like that all the time?" She asked. It was a bit foolish to dance so enthusiastically in the middle of the street, she thought. This couldn't have been the first time he nearly barged into someone by mistake.