<em>SHAYLA MURROW - [about 1:15 in the after noon - Driving to the ShareHouse In her car pulling up the street]</em><br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/>(http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z47/Wykyd_Jade_2/SuperStock_1566-253562.jpg)<br/><br/>Shayla had been running around all morning getting this and that done just so she wouldn't be late moving into their new place. Her excitement translated into being farther ahead of schedule than she had anticipated. She really hoped her new landlord didn't mind her springing themselves on her like this. Shayla had promised her they wouldn't be there until after Austin was off work at 4, but he'd managed to make the ultimate sacrifice and skip out on his final hour of labs to meet her at the new place. It hadn't been an easy task, but he'd grudgingly agreed since his latest experiment needed time to "ferment". Shayla had shuddered at the thought. She turned the corner and started searching house numbers.<br/><br/>She'd been thrilled when she'd found the notice for the SharHouse on the bulleting board at the university where she was teaching a class in sculpture. They would finally be moving out of Austin's sisters place. Shayla was so sick of the dirty looks and sly inuendo's Austin's sister was so good at directing at her like tiny arrows. It had taken them far longer than the 6 month's Austin had promised her. They had been there almost a year. The stress had begun to wear terribly on their relationship. His sister was always putting nasty little thoughts in Austin's ear about Shayla's models. He was becoming increasingly jealous. It wasn't pretty. Shayla hoped that ShareHouse would be the answer to getting their relationship back on track. At least if they were on more stable footing, then maybe Austin would stop pestering her about getting married. Shay was so tired of that argument. No matter how many times they hashed it out, Austin simply wouldn't accept that she absolutely was not ready to get married yet. Her career had only just started to take off. She smiled proudly as her hands gripped the steering wheel of her brand new car - a gift to herself after selling her last photograph to a major magazine publication. It had paid a tidy sum, which had convinced Austin that the timing was right for this move.<br/><br/>Finally spotting the house, Shay pulled her little black convertible up along the curb. No sign of Austin. She glanced up the street, but didn't see the tell-tale red streak that was his bike. She pulled out her phone and dashed off a quick text, "How long?"<br/><br/>It seemed like an eternity before his reply came back "5".<em>Ugh!</em>She thought.<em>He always does this!</em>Austin was never on time for anything these days.<em>Oh well.</em>She shrugged and climbed out of her car. Her copper curls shone in the bright midday sun; a pair of dark Dolce sunglasses protected her green eyes from the glare. It had been a blessing when the sun had finally decided to break through and afforded her a great backdrop for her shoot. She'd dressed for comfort this morning knowing they would be moving, opting for blue jeans, a chocolate brown peasant blouse and flat heeled brown leather boots. Shayla turned and looked at the house. It was nice, very modern looking. She liked it. It had a good vibe. Shay reached back and plucked her camera off the seat, she wanted to commemorate this moment. She decided to take the opportunity Austin's tardiness offered to get off a couple shots of their new home.