Post by Freyja Mielikki Tamminen on May 25, 2013 19:59:47 GMT -5
[/size][/justify]Freyja was still getting used to the differences between New York City and Rovaniemi. She would be heading home in a few weeks to get her fix of the slopes and the family she missed, but for the time being she had plenty of hours to waste in the summer of New York. For the last couple of years she had been able to fill up a bit of time with some extra classes that ran through the first few weeks of June, but this time the professor who ran those had decided to actually use the summer for something else; getting a tan on a Miami beach. That didn’t mean that the young criminology student had nothing to do with her time. Freyja had plenty of interests and hobbies to keep her mind occupied whenever she wasn’t sitting behind the small register area of the Whitney gift shop where more people thumbed their way through postcards than bought any of them.
She had been sat there for a good part of the day, reading through one of her old books while she tapped her foot to the beat of the song that had been stuck in her head since the day before. It was a quiet day at the museum, aside from two tourist tours of people who she didn’t even think appreciated most of the art on the walls. Finally, Freyja’s replacement showed up and she got to grab her bag and slip back outside onto the busy, streets. It always amused her how the Wall Street suits looked the same all year round, whether the snow was turning to icy slush beneath their feet or the sun was beating down on the streets and making everyone long for something a little cooler.
Outside she made her way across to the nearest Starbucks. It was a good enough place to grab some lunch and it seemed a lot of other people had also agreed with that very idea. The place was crowded with very little seating available. She had hoped to sit in today. Joining the long queue, Freyja brushed the mass of wild blonde hair from her face and then folded her arms. Her mind instantly went to the true crime books on her shelf, her mind floating through the details bit by bit until she finally reached the front of the queue to place her order. Her English was perfectly clear, but her accent gave away that it wasn’t her first language. Putting the Panini sandwich up on the counter for it to be heated, Freyja sidestepped along the counter to wait for someone to place the creamy Frappuccino in front of her. Finally, it came next to her plated lunch and Freyja called out a loud thanks before glancing around the crowded coffee shop. Her blue eyes just caught the two-seated vacant table in the corner and her youthful speed allowed her to snatch it before some cell phone screaming businessman did. She offered him a false apologetic smile and then leaned back in her seat, picking at the edge of her lunch to test how hot it was first.
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