whitebuffalo (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} whitebuffalo) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs,@ 2011-07-07 21:16:00 |
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Who: Alexa and open.
What: Home for an extended lunch.
Where: Lobby of Pax Letale.
When: 1PM.
Warnings: TBA.
Notes: TBA.
The hours of morning had dragged on like mercilessly busy days, ones where she barely could find the time to grab a cup of coffee to sip from in peace. By the time she walked away from her desk and said goodbye to her last client before lunch break, she was more than ready to head on home, where she could kick off her shoes and put her feet up. A quick stop in a store gave her what she craved; pasta salad and an iced mocha latte that quickly would turn into a hot brew in her wreck of a car, that didn't even have air conditioning. By the time she parked in the vicinity of her new home, the urge to go veg on the beach became yet another desire. Later, she promised herself as she grabbed her bag full of pasta salad and a now not so iced mocha latte and reached for an armful of files and then steadily walked to the doors. She managed to open them without a hitch, but as she walked towards the elevator she lost her hold on the dozen files nestled in the crook of her elbow.
She could only stare as the contents of the files scattered themselves over the tiled floor. A curse wasn't far off. "Fuck me." After setting her bag down on the floor, Alexa finally knelt down and picked up a paper and folder and stuffed it inside. She'd have a ball with sorting all this out, during what was supposed to have been lunch break. She was back into the daily grind after all.