New York City, Sunday Evening
It'd been a good day for Eve, actually. For once, work and school and her social life were all cooperating with each other, which left Eve without the usually present urge to smack people.
As a result, she was pretty damn cheerful as she puttered around the apartment, picking up and tidying and just in generally putting it back in proper order. As she cleaned, she was making a mental list of everybody she needed to call for whatever random reason: Savannah, Sean, Phoebe, Gwynn... and that was where her brain stalled out. Whoops.
Cleaning was killer.
Giving up her attempt at dusting -- largely because she was on a sneezing jag -- she flopped down on the couch and reached for the remote.
[For calls, emails, random drop-ins, whatever!]
As a result, she was pretty damn cheerful as she puttered around the apartment, picking up and tidying and just in generally putting it back in proper order. As she cleaned, she was making a mental list of everybody she needed to call for whatever random reason: Savannah, Sean, Phoebe, Gwynn... and that was where her brain stalled out. Whoops.
Cleaning was killer.
Giving up her attempt at dusting -- largely because she was on a sneezing jag -- she flopped down on the couch and reached for the remote.
[For calls, emails, random drop-ins, whatever!]