status: open when: mid-day, around 1pm where: outside on a sidewalk
While it wasn't illegal for her to have a smoke break at work, she had told so many people that she had quit. Liora told all that would listen that she had finally kicked the habit and had found new ways to deal with her stress. What a load of crap. She may have actually went without a cigarette within the first week she told everyone she quit but halfway through that second week, she had cracked. She didn't want anyone to think she went back on her word so she now sneaks a smoke when she could find the time.
It was a lot harder than she thought it would be but she finally found the time. It was like the biggest relief she'd ever felt in days when she finally lit her cigarette as she leaned back against the wall outside, down a bit from the office so no one would see her when someone else must've had the same idea as she was startled by a figure turning the corner. Almost dropping her cigarette made her heart stutter, forcing her to clutch her chest, "Oh caro Dio, are you trying to kill me. Who turns a corner so quick?"
Friday morning, a booked schedule; a lunch meeting had run over into a time slot dedicated to another, the street he'd needed access to was under construction — needless to say, his driver hadn't been surprised when he'd slipped out of the back and walked the three blocks to make his meeting. In a rush, with his dark eyes on his watch and his mind distracted, he too is startled by the woman when she suddenly appears around a corner. "This is Manhattan, miss." Michael snarks albeit a little breathlessly. "Everyone does."















