"Come on Jo, just one drink," Roger leaned in the doorway of her office as she reapplied her light pink lipstick. Her sapphire us met his with a flame of slight anger. 

"Roger, sir," he rolled his eyes at her joking formalities. "I have to be all the way across town by seven thirty. I've got to take the subway to get there because no taxi cab will take me through the traffic of that area and get me there in time." She picked up her iPhone and a stylus, the only things she really ever needed in this day and age. Roger walked into her office, now leaning against her mahogany desk, his arms crossed. He wore a light blue Oxford button up, sleeves rolled up, with a dark blue tie and matching dress pants. He huffed in irritation and Josie sighed, putting her hand on her hip and the other on her desk. "Fine, if you're going to be grumpy about it, you're welcome to accompanying me to the show." 

Roger guffawed in laughter and he shook his head. "With all due respect Josie, I simply look over the story." The slender twenty-two year old rolled her eyes and weaseled her way around her boss.

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow, Rog," she threw him a smirk over her shoulder and left the building. 

Josie took a taxi home and quickly made a change of wardrobe, pulling on a pair of tight black jeans and a razor back tank top with the Rolling Stones symbol on the front of it. She pulled on a pair of combat boots and made her way back down to the main street and into the subway terminal. As she stood there, waiting for her ride, melodious music met her ears, followed by a silky smooth voice. It sand in a language she didn't know, but was still beautiful. She pushed her phone into her back pocket and walked around the stone column, gaping almost immediately when she saw the recently familiar face. She crossed her arms, leaning against the column and listened, noting the fact that most of the people around him were enjoying the song.