<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Thursday, 9:30 PM</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Janine Allen</span></div><br/><br/>Janine had come home a few hours ago, and gotten busy right away. There was a lot she had to today before going to bed. Fixing a dessert for the blog, shooting a quick video for Instagram and answering some emails. Then up early again for work in the morning. Sometimes Neen would question herself on whether or not this was worth it. If she were to be honest with herself, though, she loved all of it. The work at the bakery wasn't heavy and it paid decently - not a lot, but enough to pay her expenses. The blog was fun and it brought a few pennies here and there. And, despite it sometimes getting a bit confusing, living with three other people meant she wouldn't feel lonely, even if it was just knowing there was someone else around.<br/><br/>Tonight had been a lazy day, so she'd chosen to just make a no-bake brownie, share the recipe and call it a day.<br/><br/>Once the post and video were done, and she'd gotten her bite, Janine unlocked the door to her bedroom and went to the kitchen with the tray. "Brownie is up for grabs!" She called to the rest of the house, before going back to her bedroom to grab clothes to change into after a shower.<br/><br/>"Oh. I've got the bakery truck, anyone needing an early-morning ride?" She added after a few moments. While the ride would have to be somewhere in her way between home and work, it wouldn't be a bother to have company for the rest of the drive, and it wasn't an everyday thing, as she only had the truck when she had to stop by for a delivery or to pick up something to bring back to work. Couldn't hurt to ask, right?<br/><br/>As she waited for someone to say whatever, Janine made her way to the bathroom and rapped on the door gently. "Anyone here?"</div>