A cool gust chilled Poppy as she headed back to the apartment. Shifting a mesh shopping bag over her left shoulder, she closed the flowy beige cardigan more tightly around herself. Her shift at Cuppa Joes had seemed long today, and she was tired. The thought of resting her feet on her coffee table and watching something mindless on television was tremendously appealing.
Necessity had required a stop by the market on her way home from work. Since her departure from Slade & Howell, shed put herself on a strict budget. The bunch of sunflowers in her bag alongside a few grocery items was an extravagant treat.
She crossed at the corner with a dozen other pedestrians, each preoccupied with his or her own thoughts. In her own mind, she pictured the steps of her first-floor walk-up. Thank God its the first floor, she muttered to herself.