Trina is late to work, and she's practically running down the sidewalk into Quill, purse flinging and heels clicking. She would normally just skip out on her bagel and coffee, but her parents had actually returned from their never-ending retirement vacation to spend the holidays with her and she's tired from trying to keep them occupied. Thank god, they weren't staying in her apartment this year. They had booked a cabin up at the lodge. Still, her mother's questions never ceased. Career, marriage, kids. Trina was spoiled rotten to the core, but five minutes with her mother Vivica could always make her feel inadequate.

A feeling she hated because she's not used to it. She's Trina Moon. She's perfect, or that's what she tries to tell herself when she leaves Quill, bagel and espresso in hand. She doesn't hurry straight to her car once she has her breakfast. Instead, she takes a stroll further towards the docks, thinking she needs to get her head right before she goes into the office.

It doesn't take her long to stumble upon Will staggering around his boat. She had heard shouting, and she had come over to see if someone was in trouble only to find Will shirtless with a bottle in his hand. Shocked, she watches him in silence from a moment, not sure what she's seeing, but he is visibly upset. She is far enough away that he hasn't noticed her, and she looks down at her watch to check the time. Oh god, she's so late, and she wants to leave because it's work and she should.

Stamping her heel into the ground, she sighs frustrated knowing that she can't just go now that she's seen him. Wrapping her coat and scarf around her body, she approaches the side of the boat slowly. "Will, are you okay?" she asks, checking him over for something to explain this behavior.