Liza paced in a rather agitated way in her small apartment. Back and forth she treaded, from the door to the window, again and again. She had long since been changed out of her work clothes, now wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans, her feet bare. Every time she approached the window her gaze alternated between the streets below and the skyline above. The sunrise was nigh, while it’s golden face could not yet be seen, the clouds above were painted a mellow red heralding the sun’s near arrival. 

Liza fretfully scanned the streets below, hoping to see Alice coming down the sidewalk or stepping out of an arriving taxi. Liza had gotten home several hours ago, and though expecting Alice to be back already, she didn’t start to worry until about two hours ago.
[i]Something’s up. She should have done been home. Should I go look for her?[/i] Liza wondered.

No, she couldn’t leave. By bad luck Alice would arrive just as she left, and it would just cause a hastle. Besides, if something [b]did[/b] happen, and Alice got home, she would probably need Liza. So all Liza could do was wait, pacing in her apartment as she watched the day dawn outside.