Somebody should strike up theme music for these kinds of entrances. The softspoken, instrumental croon that wept from the lobby's speakers really wasn't up to being Elena's backdrop. Even the city of Athens got outshined by her. She had a bigger than life, regal bitch persona that had taken her decades to perfect. And she wasn't giving it up without a fight.
Pencil skirted and perilously heeled, the arrogance was as thick and tangible as the cloud of Chanel number 5 that clung to her skin. Balancing a pair of shopping bags in the crook of an arm, and sucking down an Italian clove, Elena had to tip her chin down in order to gain a glance at the elevator panel from over the dark line of her Valentino shades.
" Ma'am, ma'am.. I'm sorry, you can't smoke in here. " A flustered man in a tie treaded with caution as he gestured to the smokestack on Elena's mouth.
It was with some distraction that Elena punched her thumb against the already-glowing, northern pointing arrow for the elevator. Stitching a mockingly apologetic smile onto her unlacquered mouth, she stamped the sleek, black clove down into the dirt of an ornamental potted plant beside the elevator doors. " Mi dispiace, signore.. " Fragrant Italian purred with haute dismissal before the elevator offered up a proud DING in announcement and the shiny, metallic cage opened for her.
She'd barely paid the woman beside her any attention, her interest had been unfaithfully captured for the moment by the worker bee in the lobby. But she focused on her now, as they were apparently to share an elevator. Her new smile was much more friendly than the one she'd given the man earlier. Amused, but not quite as condescending. Nimble fingers pushed the sunglasses off of her face and up into her hair. The elevator doors hadn't even shut completely before Elena was pulling out a new smoke and sticking it on her mouth. An engaging roll of her eyes toward the vanishing lobby while she searched out a lighter. " Some people, eh? "