she wasn't sleeping very much. when she was off work, she was either awake at home or pulled up against her boyfriend's(?), hookup's(?), side. but if he was busy or out of town then alice was shit out of luck. and tonight she was out of luck. she didn't want to be home, so she went out. it was still early in terms of night life. if alice was the type of person who partied things would be different. she'd be at a club. instead, she'd walked the queensborough bridge and through midtown until she reached hell's kitchen. by the time she got there it was almost 1am. she ought to be more worried about her safety but there was a gun in her bag and she knew how to hold her own if she needed to. she was getting exhausted, not sleepy, but worn out. that was the only reason she stopped walking.
alice stopped on a stoop, and sat down pulling her water bottle out of her bag and taking a sip. it was cool-ish, but it wasn't insulated and she'd only had a few ice cubes left in the tray when she filled it. she swallowed and exhaled, enjoying the stillness momentarily. that was until she heard a door open, and then the grated door behind her start to open. the man who stepped out wore sunglasses and had something folded up in his hand, but she couldn't quite tell what. "sorry, i didn't think anyone would still be in there." it was a law firm, she could see it on the sign if she squinted. "i can get off your stoop if that's the problem." she fully expected to be told to leave because she was loitering. sometimes she forgot that to the outside world, she just looked like a 20 year old who could be getting up to anything.
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