Julia Hart stomped up to the front door and felt like she had a personal thundercloud over her head. Her perfectly assembled outfit, the careful and expertly applied make up, it all served as fuel to her frustration. She rampaged through the large leather bag in search of her keys, talking to herself like a crazy bag-lady. "Stupid, stupid girl! Should have known this was gonna happen, a date so soon after Ben is just stupid anyway... Fucking great he didn't show up... Spared me the humiliation... Like I know how to be on a date?! Don't know what I was..." She fished the keys out of one of the many side pockets and dangled them angrily like she was punishing them for getting lost. "...Thinking!" she finished her sentence and thrust the key in place, turned and yanked the door open.<br/><br/>Lovely smell of food greeted her and certainly didn't help her mood. Why didn't she just sit in the restaurant and eat? What was the harm of that? So what if she'd been stood up, she was starving!<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, put the bag down next to the door and closed it with a bang, suddenly realizing her roommate might have company over and that... wasn't something she wanted to walk in on...<br/><br/>"Sara?" She called out before she ventured towards the kitchen.