Lauren like always was late. It was somethings he could not help it was just who she was. She could set her clocks all ahead and still end up late. Her friends accepted it, they usually simply told her too meet them ahead of time so she could be on time. It worked a few times. Her friends jocked with her that it was because she was an artist she had to be fashionably late as such.<br/><br/>Parking her beat up old bug she did a quick check in her bag and ran up to the doors. She fixed her hair and her shirt before walking in happy to see there were signs of others. Maybe she was not too late and even if she was she doubted anyone would care.<br/><br/>Shutting the door behind her she smiled to herself absolutely beaming at the thought of the art collection that lay inside.<br/>