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[color=00BFFF]LOCATION[/color] — [color=00BFFF]Breakfast at Tiffany's[/color]
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[center]There were few thing that set the mood of the day quite like that first cigarette; it used to be that Kat had one upon waking up, the pack resting next to her alarm clock but more often than not that cigarette went unfinished and put out in the ash tray after only a few minutes which was really a waste of funds above anything else. She had to stop doing it first thing, not just because of the waste, but because she could hardly think of something so depressing as someone so dependent on nicotine that they had to have one before their feet even hit the ground in the morning. It was part of the reason why Kat told herself she was going to quit smoking altogether - a promise that lasted about as long as a morning cigarette; she didn't out and out quit but she'd been a bit less dependent on them for getting through the day. A good cigarette still largely set the tone, but Kat was willing to at least wait until after a meal before burning the paper and taking a drag, like a normal person. 

The exception being this morning, of all mornings. 

For most it was an average, ordinary day but when the radio flared to life with the tones of an overpaid radio host mentioning the big Fourth of July celebration tomorrow, Kat couldn't help but to sigh out and reach for the near empty pack on the night stand. She'd had one last night after the night's entertainment had left after burning a three hundred dollar hole in Kat's wallet and heart which was why the bed had the feeling of being in use by two people yet only one occupied it. This morning cigarette wasn't a celebratory one as last night's had been - though how much could one celebrate if it was paid for - but one of apprehension and anticipation. Tomorrow was the Fourth of July. What kind of cruel fate had Katinka Zima's birthday fall on the same day. When they first came to America, Kat liked to pretend the fireworks were for her birthday specifically. Her one wish that morning was that come tomorrow there wasn't some elaborate party or whatever from her family. She was going to be twenty six, that was hardly cause for celebration. 

Unlike the old days, Kat allowed herself to enjoy this early morning cigarette fully. She remained in bed, glancing at the formless groove to her right every so often while listening to the radio. The cigarette took ten minutes, but Katinka lingered around for another twenty, eyes going from closed to gazing at the groove where ideally another person would have been. The lingering scent of cherries was wafting towards Kat's nose and with it her breathing was irregular for the twenty minutes it took her to finish. It was a [i]good[/i] morning. 

The eldest Zima daughter was leaving her apartment shortly after that, getting into the back of a cab and rustling through her purse on the short trip to the town square, specifically a diner on the corner that did a decent omelette and even better potatoes. She'd made a point of going there damn near every day. Corner booth, by the window that overlooked the square proper. The waitress greeted Kat and Kat did the same just before ordering the usual. Egg white omelette with tomatoes, mushrooms, and cheese and a side of grilled potatoes. A meal under ten bucks, it was hard to complain about that. Here would normally have been Kat's first cigarette of the morning, but as she looked out and saw the Fourth of July decorations hung about she reached for the second of the day. The only silver lining was the fact that she didn't have to work tomorrow. 

[color=00BFFF]"God damn Fourth of July."[/color][/center]