Who: Mia Jacobs and OPEN What: Searching out Dinner When: Saturday Evening Where: The lower West Side Warnings: None
Mia pocketed her taxi receipt like she pocketed all receipts, already plotting ways she could write it off as a business expense and get CNN to reimburse her for the twenty dollar ride from Grand Central Station to her apartment. She was coming back into the city for work, she figured, didn't that count? And her bags and suitcases were filled with things that she needed for work, hence why she couldn't walk them back to her place or take the subway. So a taxi was technically necessary for work, thus she needed to be reimbursed. It was enough of a justification for her. Her wallet felt much lighter after she'd paid and tipped the man, but he at least helped her get everything up the steps. She didn't do much more than put them inside her door before she was stepping back out onto the street again. Her stomach was growling and there was Chinese down the street.
She rubbed her gloved hand across her belly. Two weeks of holiday food hadn't done her midsection much good and she wanted to indulge one more time before going back to work in a place where she was perpetually judged.
…Well, maybe that wasn't entirely fair. She was letting Samarth, Ryan, and Madison get to her. It wasn't all so bad, but it was enough to make her feel guilty about pigging out on pork fried rice. Mia figured though, that after this week, she deserved it. Vermont, to DC, to Vermont, and back to New York again. It was enough to drive any personal assistant batty. She wasn't much thrilled with having to be here while Mark was on vacation so that she could essentially baby-sit the Room and make sure that everything got done in time for the show's return on the 12th. But it was her job and she would do it without complaint… mostly.
It wasn't until she was half way to the restaurant that she realised she was still wearing the shoes Madison had given her. It was almost as if realization of the fact caused her to trip. She'd been walking just fine, but now it was a struggle to make it a few steps. Maybe it really was all about simply just not thinking about it. At any rate, it seemed she'd get plenty of exercise by the time she'd reached her destination.