A/N: Well, I ended up with something slightly different, but I might come back to Wesley.
Angelita Sanchez switched her coffee cup to the opposite hand and shook the heat out of her fingers as she walked quickly down the pavement toward the next address on the 'Now Hiring' list she'd compiled from several newspapers. Twelve weeks out of grad school getting a degree with a 'guaranteed' job at the end of it, and she had just about lost faith in humanity, but at least she still had her own self-confidence. She followed her grandfather's advice, straightened her shoulders, and prepared to walk in like she owned the place.
Two doors before the accounting firm, a gold plaque paused her. The engraving read 'Pretty Things,' and through the glass, she could make out bookshelves and comfy furniture, tea pots and tea cups, framed prints sitting nearby, and an open plate of scones.
She hesitated, stopped, sipped her scalding coffee, and made a face. Technically, Angelita was walking the streets; there was no special time she had to arrive. Food might be nourishing, energizing—at the very least, a good idea.
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Date: 2014-07-01 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-07-01 09:58 pm (UTC)I thought it fit him better than any of my characters.
Seven Days Fill: Stop and Taste the Scones
Date: 2014-07-10 03:54 pm (UTC)Angelita Sanchez switched her coffee cup to the opposite hand and shook the heat out of her fingers as she walked quickly down the pavement toward the next address on the 'Now Hiring' list she'd compiled from several newspapers. Twelve weeks out of grad school getting a degree with a 'guaranteed' job at the end of it, and she had just about lost faith in humanity, but at least she still had her own self-confidence. She followed her grandfather's advice, straightened her shoulders, and prepared to walk in like she owned the place.
Two doors before the accounting firm, a gold plaque paused her. The engraving read 'Pretty Things,' and through the glass, she could make out bookshelves and comfy furniture, tea pots and tea cups, framed prints sitting nearby, and an open plate of scones.
She hesitated, stopped, sipped her scalding coffee, and made a face. Technically, Angelita was walking the streets; there was no special time she had to arrive. Food might be nourishing, energizing—at the very least, a good idea.
She stepped forward and pushed open the door.
Re: Seven Days Fill: Stop and Taste the Scones
Date: 2014-07-10 05:42 pm (UTC)Re: Seven Days Fill: Stop and Taste the Scones
Date: 2014-07-10 05:50 pm (UTC)