Who: Felicia, OTA really! What: Not casing a joint noooo. Just enjoying a coffee on a nice day! Really! Where: A strategically placed cafe in downtown New York. when: Morning. Status: Incomplete, open
Felicia sipped on the demi tasse cup, feeling a bit like Alice after eating the wrong side of the mushroom with the dainty size of an espresso. It was a rather nice day and there was a non-smelly breeze in the city, for once. Made eating out on the sidewalk of the little pastry shop a delight instead of a game of scent-roulette. She brushed the croissant crumbs from her neat pencil skirt and looked around, noting she blended in nicely with the other bankers, power brokers and business people all busily drinking their elite coffees and then bustling off to work.
The ones going into the industrial/art nouveau-styled building across the way earned better glances from behind her sunglasses. Especially the guards. Seemed they were in six hour shifts and not starting at the top of the hour, as to throw scoundrels off from their dastardly plans, with a forty minute lay over. It was security to make the company feel secure, not something that'd actually work. Even better, she thought and ordered another teeny coffee.