Location: Gramercy Plaza Atp. 202<br/>Tag: Jaz + People of the Plaza<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>Sarah would have expected many kinds of reactions: from the simplest nod and handshake that concludes a transaction and seals a contract, to a seemingle pre-written list of thanks, but never she would have expected that, after that simple and more than enough handhsake to be exchanged like old businesswomens, Jasmine would hug her so tightly and express such happiness, leaving Sarah with a vague expression on her face but smiling nonetheless for the surprise.<br/><br/>They sat back again and chatted of everything: Jaz gave her her key and explained where and what to find a few shops, the places of interests in the neighborhood and the like, nodding to her words, Sarah had a great time as well, feeling that talking with Jaz was something easy and felt talkative, like if the two knew eachother since their times at school <<Hehe, i would drown in coffee, y'know i... YIKES!>> the shifting of pace in the whole ambient caused by Jaz getting up and running around startled the copper-haired girl that almost curled over the sofa, allowing Jaz to move freely into her domain. In few minutes Jaz got a makeup, gave her cellphone number and explained the last things before rushing out of the door, leaving Sarah in an almost unnatural silence.<br/><br/><<...uh... h-hi?...>> said her almost in shocked daze, as she heard the echoing sounds of Jaz's feets running down the stairs...<br/><br/>Looking around, Sarah smiled, with a single thought shining in her head like a flashing light "My home" "my home" "my home", immediately she called back her parents <<BIG NEWS FROM THE CITY!>> giggled her while at the phone, with a job at a few steps from where she lives and a nice apartment in one of the most IN locations of the whole city, she felt her life to gain different tints, almost gaining colour. Excited and almost trembling, Sarah walked on the balcony and looked at the people of the plaza, the trees of the gardens, the potted flowers, and the smell of freshly-baked pastry... and sighed, a content smile on her lips.<br/><br/>With a last, almost melancholic look at the plaza that kept its life outside the windows, she decided that before doing anything else, she had to officially<i>occupy</i>her room, and, excited like a little children that is surprised with a newly furnished room, she giggled to herself at each inch her glassed eyes discovered and begun to neatly pack her clothes in her wardrobe, placing her pajama beneath the pillow and sort all of her other items in the drawers.<br/><br/>Looking at the clock of her phone, she realized that the day was, afterall, yet to start off and with the knowledge of having a full day before having her job to start off, she decided to be a tourist in the Plaza and see with her own eyes why did that place became so famous. Once outside, she really felt more a tourist than one of the surely envied ones that could say <<I live in Gramercy Plaza!>>, but she kinda still had to make room for that thought in her excited mind, as she lit a cigarette and wandered around the plaza's rim, she felt her stomach to growl "Dang, i should've had eaten something before venturing outside" but the smell of edible items made her opt for a treat. Mumbling, she roamed in order to spot a suitable place "Uhm...coffe shop... nah....ice cream shop... nah... uh! Bistrot!"<br/><br/>Walking with a calm and relaxed pace over the plaza, and casually emitting whiffs of dense smoke, she walked near the Bistro... but felt strange, "...i'll not eat there alone" slowly moving her path around, as if she was never meant to walk around that place, she ended up walking on the side-streets, the ones that would usually offer better servings for a way cheaper bill. Feeling encouraged by the lack of people in that way, she walked forth and decided that, maybe, she would just buy something for the day "...maybe a bottle of beer... two... or more for tonight. ...to celebrate..."