He had maybe an hour and a half until his lunch break, thank Jesus. All he needed to do was get this woman - a Juliet Martin - moved into her apartment, which wasn't supposed to take long - he had three others to help him, anyway -, then he could be on his way. The sun was high and the sky was, for once, the bright blue one might expect on a spring day. That made it all the colder; no clouds to hold in the heat. Noah was wrapped in his work coat, a brown old thing and had on a beanie and some old gloves - the kind that were cut off at the tips of the finger - and still, he shivered slightly in the crystal clear wintry chill. He held his cigarette tightly between his teeth as he clenched them together to keep them from chattering. He tucked his hands under his arms and waited, leaning against the moving van.
It took up half the street - the van did. But he ignored the honks and glares thrown his way by harried New York drivers and sniffed. Noah had been doing this too long to be bothered. He puffed on his cigarette, the smoke and his breath mingling, white on gray, in the air.
Then he saw her - a woman came out the front of the apartment building. He couldn't see her face, but something about her gait made his stomach drop. Something... familiar? Noah swore at himself and stomped his cigarette out on the ice-frosted sidewalk. He knew how strange he'd been acting lately. He saw it in Laney's eyes when she looked at him, and the way the girls asked him if he was going to pick them up from school - all of it. He certainly didn't need to start losing his mind on top of everything.
Noah signaled to his men to open the back of the long truck and he stuck his hands in his pockets as he approached Juliet Martin.