Liza sat at the table at the far side of the room, in the chair facing away from the bed and the windows.

Before her lay a pad, a sketch pad to be exact. Liza was leaned over the pad with a pencil in her hand and a look of absorption on her face. She was carefully sketching away at something, stopping on occasion to madly erase a mistake or displeasure to her eyes. It was a moment before she stopped drawing and noticed that Alice had exited from the bathroom.

"I put some clothes on the bed for you. They're mine but you can borrow them while your staying here with me."

Liza returned to her drawing pad and began scribbling away intently, shading something deeply with her pencil.
The clothes she mentioned lay on the bed as she said. A shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, as well as a pair of undergarments.

"Those underwear are from a freshly opened package, don't worry." Liza said with a unbidden smirk as she shaded away still.

The shirt was an indigo color with sleeves that were open at the shoulder, like the white shirt she wore. The jeans were a deep ocean blue and were decoratively freyed along the pockets and at the base of the legs.

"I've got work in a few hours," Liza said, "from eight to one. You can stay here or if you want tag along."

The face clock on the wall stated the time at seven six o'clock. The sun could be seen out the window, creeping down toward the horizon, soon to disappear past the skyscrapers that lined New York.

"By the way, the name's [b]Liza Cook[/b]."