#thomaskingny

location: Brooklyn streets

It had been a rough, very busy day for Bel. She had woken up really early in the morning, grabbed a cup of coffe and some toast, and had gone straight to her laptop to finally finish a comission she had promised would be delivered by that day. She spent all day picking colors, drwaing shapes and doing some tests, so finally, by five o’clock, her work had been finished and the design had been sent. She only needed to wait for feedback or changes.  

Standing up from her chair, she stretched out and shook her arms. As much as she thought she had gotten used to working on her computer, she could feel her eyes burning a little and her hand starting to cramp; maybe, Maribel thought, a nice cup of coffee could help her feel better. 

Only five minutes later, Bel found herself making her way down of her building, her hand reaching out for the cigarrette and lighter she always hid in her purse.

When she opened the door to the street however, she noticed someone blocking the way, “Excuse me” Maribel said, and waited a few seconds. When she realized the man hadn’t heard her, she cleared her throat and repeated, “Uhm... excuse me?”, the girl took a step to tap him on the shoulder “Hi, do you need help?”