[center][h1][color=FFBF87]Ida Mercado[/color][/h1] [img]https://s31.postimg.org/bpo90lqln/image.gif[/img] [color=FFBF87][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Apartment → Coffee shop → Class → Work [b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Leo [@Summer][/color] [/center] [hr] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_8IXx4tsus[/youtube] [i]Montage music for your convenience.[/i] [/center] Ida goes about her usual morning routine. As she have come to do so regularly, waking up at roughly 5 am, then straight to the kitchen to make some coffee and toasts. New york looks so pretty in all its autumn glow, she contemplates while spaced-out gazing at her window while munching a piece of butter toast. The usual morning news was on tv. [color=FFBF87]"Same old, same old"[/color]. Robbery at some Deli store, some car accident at a highway in Florida, a celebrity divorced for the 5th time this year and a joker decides to run for presidency. Nothing new there. She absentmindedly flips the telly only to stop at scene of some cheesy morning telenovela w/c made her eyes roll, she could see the creases of her brain. [color=FFBF87] "Once you get that dna test, incest is not as fun as you think."[/color] she said to the close up face of woman, in probably the most exaggerated crying in the history of tv crying. Ida has seen this before, more times than she wants to admit. Growing up, her caretaker was a fan of these, everynight they would watch it no matter how much the plot gets ridiculous nonetheless, it reminds her so much of home. And how she misses it. Times like theses, it would be really nice to have a roommate to rant to these petty observations with. The apartment seems too big all by her lonesome. [color=FFBF87]"Hmm. Maybe I should get a tabby."[/color] It's as a good time as any, would at least be a step up to talking to inanimate objects. She goes shower after, and spends the next 45 mins or so perpetually doing her make up and [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1d/97/8d/1d978d6e575d932bdef32e8ef350560c.jpg]clothes [/url]. After everything's settled, her bedroom in order, checked all the outlets, or if she left the water running(again) and in her satisfaction she went off to her first period class. After a wonderful day in class, by noon she dropped by the coffee shop for some Chai Latte, breathing in the cool autumn breeze (and pollution) as she crossed the street with pure confidence and contentment. Indeed, the day just gets better and better. "Hey! Watch where yer goin'!" Ida's happy trance was cut of by a deafening horn. The driver, rolling down his car window to shout at the unnatentive woman. [color=FFBF87][i]"Well, EXCUUUUUUUSE ME, why dont YOU watch where YOU'RE driving you ASS."[/i][/color] Ida held her lips as she noticed the bright green color of the stop light above her. A bit embarrassed, she instead replied a [color=FFBF87]"Sorry!"[/color] to the now red, bald driver and scurried off the road. [hr] Ida entered her work building, her hands clutching a satchel and some envelopes, her hair now bedraggled, her make up fading, clearly not the same carefree image as she was this morning. [color=FFBF87][i]If only I could pass that damn driver's exam, and not squeeze into a crowded 7 o clock train everyday for the rest of my life. That would be a REAAAL dream."[/i][/color] she muttered to herself as she try to get a hold of her stuff and her image. Halfway to the elevator, she strugglingly reached for her phone in her purse. There was a text from Leo. Tapping her manicured fingers to send a reply. [center][b][color=FFBF87]To: Leo Tell the boss man I love him. Also, just got to work but yeah I'll eat you at the bathroom. I starving. [/color] [/b][/center] [color=FFBF87]"FUCK."[/color] she skittishly followed up a text. [center][b][color=FFBF87]To: Leo omg. I meant, meet you at the breakroom. It's damn auto correct, I swear. [/color] [/b][/center] She thought for a second, and tapped another. [center][b][color=FFBF87]To: Leo Please delete that first text. [/color] [/b][/center] With a mental facepalm, she shoved her phone in her purse, patiently waiting for her floor. [hr] At the break room she popped up behind Leo and gave him a [color=FFBF87]"Hey there!"[/color], putting down her baggage, delighted to see a stack of food on the table. She sat beside him and grabbed a chicken sandwich. [color=FFBF87]"So, are you free after work? I was stalkin Zay's twitter last night and heard she's performing. You wanna go?"[/color] she bit a mouthful of the delightful snack. [color=FFBF87]"My God this sandwich is heaven."[/color], gabbing another piece of snack without an utter care in the world.