Great, now Eve was calling Primrose that, no matter how hard she tried, everyone called her Rose. It kind of struck a nerve that name. It didn't show who she was at all and she was proud of the name her grandmother gave her. Seemed no one but her liked the name anyways.<br/>Primrose laughed nervously as Eve responded to her, it didn't help that her nervous laugh sounded like a creepy broken record or something, she fiddled with her red hair letting Eve finish talking before walking away.  She didn't know what else to say and there wasn't any real point of staying.<br/><br/>"Have fun on your vacation." She mumbled.<br/><br/>The way she said 'obsessive friend' made Primrose think that this friend was her. Maybe she was the obsessive friend, she did  cling to Eveline a lot. Primrose sighed, nothing changed, today wasn't any different. She had been going in circles, while Eve was on a completely different path and their paths will never intersect with each other.<br/>" I forced myself on her. That's what I did. I should just give her space. Yeah, Primrose. You just need to give her space, back off.... A little. You need to work on being less awkward." Primrose muttered to herself, she stopped walking and stared at the ground.<br/>" Less awkward? Please, I'm so awkward, I can cut my own awkwardness with a knife. " she whispered, slightly pouting.<br/>Primrose turned in the paper work and returned to her desk, taking more headache filled calls.<br/>She couldn't wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday, the only day she would have off in a while. Primrose smiled, it was a day she could look for to. It was a day she didn't have to worry about. Even then, a day off won't take her mind of her crush and the fact she was leaving. Primrose laid her head down on the desk. She was done with today.<br/><br/>Closing hours had to be Primrose's favorite time, she loved watching her co-workers scramble around like ants to get home. She gathered her belongings, slipped on her heavy jacket and braced herself for the cold weather. Primrose decided it was best to avoid a certain person, so she wasted no time getting out the door and to her car.<br/>Primrose pulled on the door handle of the car, she growled quietly. She remembered for once she locked her car. Primrose pulled out the keys for the car, she fumbled with the lock. Primrose couldn't help but think about this moment as a horror movie. In this scenario, Primrose was a girl who is targeted by the most wanted serial killer, if she was caught, then her heart would be cut out of her chest and put in a box. He then would dump her lifeless body in a ditch.<br/>She picked out a man, who was walking to his car, to be the killer.<br/>Primrose continued to fumble with the lock, glancing back at the 'killer'. A few minutes with fumbling over the lock and the man getting closer, Primrose finally got the lock undone. She stepped into her car.<br/>" Safe!" Cried Primrose, throwing her hands in the air.<br/>The drive home was long and boring. Going up the stairs to her apartment appeared to be longer and just as boring. Primrose's day turned around when she was greeted by her cats. They were basically her life, honestly she felt like she was becoming a cat hoarder. When she moved into the apartment she only had one cat, now she has five cats.<br/>Primrose sat down, petting her cats and going over the mail that came. She decided to open the mail tomorrow, for now Primrose was going to bed.