embernstein (embernstein) wrote in newlife_action, @ 2010-01-15 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !in progress, emily bernstein, laine cummings |
As the elevator doors opened, Emily stifled a yawn as she lazily slung her bag over her shoulder. It was Friday evening after work, and since Pete was working the late shift at Balthazar, she didn't feel like being alone for the rest of the night. Scrolling through her contact list, she finally settled on Laine's number and quickly texted her.
you busy tonight? i want ippudo