She brushed her bangs back with a practiced sweep of her fingers, the movement fluid and effortless despite her agitated look. Her other hand lay wrapped around a cheap, two-dollar coffee; swill she would've never drank under normal circumstances. Then again, this whole place was a bit beneath her, and she fidgeted in the uncomfortable iron chair, doing her best to keep her dress from touching much of it. The little sandwich shop was clean at least, and really that was a minor blessing in itself here in Brooklyn. She much preferred the nightlife than the daily dallying about, but her father was in town for one of his big 'conference' things and she was supposed to make an appearance. Shame, there was supposed to be a good party tonight, but she probably wouldn't get the chance to go.
Rolling the paper cup between her hands before taking another cautious sip, she checked her phone for the time and put it back in her purse before looking out the window.
