The word falls from Tiffany’s lips when she realizes the time. It is five in the morning and she is supposed to be up and ready to leave her apartment by now, not still lying in bed. With little time left to spare, she drags her fingers through her blessedly straight hair and shakes it out as she pulls a random t-shirt over her head. With the room still draped in darkness, she grabs the jeans from her laundry basket. Yesterday’s jeans will have to do. Besides, it doesn’t really matter what she wears. She’s not the one getting her photograph taken anyway.
Thank goodness her camera bag is always ready to up and go to wherever she has to go. But this lesson didn’t come easy. She had to suffer the pain of opening the memory card slot of her camera only to discover it was empty after taking a thousand photographs at a movie premier. The way her heart froze over at that moment is unforgettable and she never wants to experience it again.
The last item left is her pair of sneakers. This is a no brainer. Her trusty Converse Chuck Taylor All Star in Salsa Red is the only pair of shoes she ever wears when she’s out on a mission like this. The laces are tied loosely enough to allow her feet to slip straight in and she’s out of the house the moment her toes hit the front.
Breaking into a run, she dashes to the little pink box on wheels that she owns. It is a city car. A five-door hatchback and she is completely in love with it because it is pink and cute. There is a half a bottle of water on the seat, left over from yesterday or the day before. Maybe from last week. She doesn’t remember exactly when but it doesn’t matter to her. Taking in a mouthful of water, she gargles and swallows. She empties the bottle in this fashion and tosses it over her shoulder to the back of her car.
Okay. Go.