((This is without all the pretty trappings and such and is basically just the meat of my posting))
Analise shot out of the door of her one bedroom apartment with a sort of frantic ease. Her long, lithe frame was built like a pro-athlete even if her mind was focused on the toasted bagel slathered in fattening cream cheese and mocha latte laced with copious amounts of sugar waiting for her in the little cafe down the corner. Nothing would get in the way of her morning routine, and this morning there had been a bit of sacrifice due to her faulty alarm clock. Usually swathed in only designer labels and bits of Paris fashion week, Analise had only managed to throw on an Abercrombie blouse and Gucci slacks while slipping her feet into flats by Coach. It was not her finest hour, but then again Analise had little to really be proud of.
As the editor-in-chief of a magazine that only just managed to keep itself on the right side of the tracks from becoming a tabloid, Analise had only taken the job in hopes that she would eventually get to a bigger and better position at a much more reputable publication (Cosmo and Vanity Fair were looking really good right now). Yet this is where Analise belonged in spirit if not in job: New York City. She'd come here the day after she graduated from Berkley and never looked back.
The little bell above the door chimed as Analise swept into Beanz 'n' Creamz, the only cafe that toasted their bagels just right. The young woman behind the counter smiled at her customer.
"I wondered if you were in the hospital!" the woman laughed as she handed Analise her treasure in a bag and steaming styrofoam cup. "I think nothing short of a major catastrophe or dire illness could keep you from your bagel and coffee!"
Analise grinned ruefully. "Thanks, Caty. You know me too well." As Analise turned to leave, her cell phone started buzzing at her hip. When she spotted the name of her assistant, Megan, Analise knew that she wouldn't be waiting to get to the office to start working; the day had already begun. With a sigh, she answered the phone.
Analise shot out of the door of her one bedroom apartment with a sort of frantic ease. Her long, lithe frame was built like a pro-athlete even if her mind was focused on the toasted bagel slathered in fattening cream cheese and mocha latte laced with copious amounts of sugar waiting for her in the little cafe down the corner. Nothing would get in the way of her morning routine, and this morning there had been a bit of sacrifice due to her faulty alarm clock. Usually swathed in only designer labels and bits of Paris fashion week, Analise had only managed to throw on an Abercrombie blouse and Gucci slacks while slipping her feet into flats by Coach. It was not her finest hour, but then again Analise had little to really be proud of.
As the editor-in-chief of a magazine that only just managed to keep itself on the right side of the tracks from becoming a tabloid, Analise had only taken the job in hopes that she would eventually get to a bigger and better position at a much more reputable publication (Cosmo and Vanity Fair were looking really good right now). Yet this is where Analise belonged in spirit if not in job: New York City. She'd come here the day after she graduated from Berkley and never looked back.
The little bell above the door chimed as Analise swept into Beanz 'n' Creamz, the only cafe that toasted their bagels just right. The young woman behind the counter smiled at her customer.
"I wondered if you were in the hospital!" the woman laughed as she handed Analise her treasure in a bag and steaming styrofoam cup. "I think nothing short of a major catastrophe or dire illness could keep you from your bagel and coffee!"
Analise grinned ruefully. "Thanks, Caty. You know me too well." As Analise turned to leave, her cell phone started buzzing at her hip. When she spotted the name of her assistant, Megan, Analise knew that she wouldn't be waiting to get to the office to start working; the day had already begun. With a sigh, she answered the phone.
