tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-05-26 08:52:00 |
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Current mood: | cranky |
Original poster: ladonnadellago
Who: Emma, Cyn and anyone in the Boston area
What: Anything
When: about 2PM
Where: The Espresso Royale in Back Bay
Emma walked quickly down the street. This was the worst day ever. Well...not really. But she could be incredibly overdramatic and pretend. It was her right as a thespian. Anyway, her favorite coffee shop was closed for renovations, and Emma Morrison was completely addicted to coffee. Ah well. At least it was raining. She loved the rain. She ducked into a nearby cafe, bought herself a small cup of coffee, a muffin and a newspaper and sat down at a table near the window, opening up the paper and reading. It wasn't her shop, but it'd have to do. Gas prices were going up even more? Looked like she'd be walking to work for a while. What was the point in having a car if she couldn't afford to drive it? Perhaps she should just sell it and get a bike instead. There were too many idiots on the road anyway.
She took a nibble at her muffin and a sip of coffee, taking out a crumbled shopping list. She'd have to take care of this while she was out. Milk, eggs, orange juice, bread, just the basics. She hated shopping. Prices of everything had gone up, thank you, capitalist America. The only thing she didn't love about this city was the cost of living. She snapped out of her reverie as she heard the chair across from her scoot out and someone sit down in it. "Sweet of you to ask permission," she said, a lot more rudely than she intended, but thinking about finances always put her in a testy mood.