03-03-2018, 01:55 PM
It was a weekend, in theory. In reality, it was just another work day, just one that started four hours later than most others. She had been up until one this morning finalizing details on her design proposal, which was to be turned in today, and presented on Monday. She had two precious, unscheduled hours before she was due to pick up her son from a sleep over, drop him off at his karate class, head to the office to drop off her proposal, pick him back up during her lunch hour, go back to the office to do some preliminary work on next week's spreads. All this to be concluded with a PTA meeting where they would be discussing the issue of juvenile aggression within the school district, and what they'd be doing about it. Joy.
She had tried to sleep in, she really had. Had consciously turned off the alarms on her phone and bedside clock, meditated before bed. And she woke up promptly at 5:00 am anyway, after four hours of restless sleep. There was no point in lying in bed staring at the slowly lightening ceiling, so she got up and got ready for the day.
It was a rare treat, having time to sit and enjoy her breakfast. She had been eyeing the cafe for months now, had stopped in for a quick coffee twice. This morning, she'd do it properly. She had stopped briefly at the news stand, picking up copies of the fashion magazine she was an editor of, as well as a copy each of their two biggest competitors. She would browse them over her coffee, knowing full well that was letting work into her personal time. Armed with her literature, designer umbrella and dainty handbag, she checked her makeup one more time in the rearview mirror before exiting her beloved baby blue and white vintage Bel Air, umbrella first.
She stepped quickly across the street, side stepping a puddle to spare her dainty nude suede Jimmy Choos.
The retro red and orange dyed silk scarf that she'd tied into her mane of hair was her one "weekend" allowance to her otherwise professional outfit. Stepping into line behind a man who stood a head higher than her, despite her five inch pumps, she swept a wisp of expensive platinum hair back into place, surveying the menu critically. Perhaps she could get away with the egg white and spinach wrap... In the cut throat fashion world, every calorie counted. Maybe she'd just stick with a fancier than usual coffee.
While the male barista took the man's order, she watched them work. There was a girl there as well, pretty in a carefree sort of way. She had a look to her that Sabrina recognized. Like she was rapidly outgrowing her current life, and had her sights set on something more. Well, she hoped the girl got there. Smoothing the skirt of her daring sky blue suit, she waited for her turn at the counter.
She had tried to sleep in, she really had. Had consciously turned off the alarms on her phone and bedside clock, meditated before bed. And she woke up promptly at 5:00 am anyway, after four hours of restless sleep. There was no point in lying in bed staring at the slowly lightening ceiling, so she got up and got ready for the day.
It was a rare treat, having time to sit and enjoy her breakfast. She had been eyeing the cafe for months now, had stopped in for a quick coffee twice. This morning, she'd do it properly. She had stopped briefly at the news stand, picking up copies of the fashion magazine she was an editor of, as well as a copy each of their two biggest competitors. She would browse them over her coffee, knowing full well that was letting work into her personal time. Armed with her literature, designer umbrella and dainty handbag, she checked her makeup one more time in the rearview mirror before exiting her beloved baby blue and white vintage Bel Air, umbrella first.
She stepped quickly across the street, side stepping a puddle to spare her dainty nude suede Jimmy Choos.
The retro red and orange dyed silk scarf that she'd tied into her mane of hair was her one "weekend" allowance to her otherwise professional outfit. Stepping into line behind a man who stood a head higher than her, despite her five inch pumps, she swept a wisp of expensive platinum hair back into place, surveying the menu critically. Perhaps she could get away with the egg white and spinach wrap... In the cut throat fashion world, every calorie counted. Maybe she'd just stick with a fancier than usual coffee.
While the male barista took the man's order, she watched them work. There was a girl there as well, pretty in a carefree sort of way. She had a look to her that Sabrina recognized. Like she was rapidly outgrowing her current life, and had her sights set on something more. Well, she hoped the girl got there. Smoothing the skirt of her daring sky blue suit, she waited for her turn at the counter.