The next day started like usual. Wander around in a daze to get ready for work. Leave in a cute outfit and eat something breakfast-like from the Food Truck outside her station. Today was eggs benedict with a side of bacon. She almost inhaled the stuff like she hadn't eaten in days. As per usual she ordered things for the homeless she encountered along the way, six bagels. Like dogs the street people of her station sat near the bottom of the stairs with open palms like in prayer. She'd arrive with her hair the color of flames and pass out their food. They'd thank their savior as if she was Mother Mary from the bible and Evelyn would wave her hand in dismissal.<br/><br/>"It's no trouble!"<br/><br/>She'd laugh and board her train. It was a great and usual morning until she got into a little spat with a man groping women on the train. She saw the highschool girl next to her looking extremely uncomfortable and noticed a man's hand touching her rear. He was seated on one of the subway seats and didn't seem to give a shit what people thought. Well, most New Yorkers ignore bad deeds as it didn't affect them. However, Evelyn wasn't that sort. "HEY! Keep you hands to yourself pervert!" She barked and the man looked at her with a sly grin. "Rather I feel you up ins-" annnnnd she ended up kicking him in the groin.... Thus being late for work as she submitted a police report when they reached the next station. But it had been worth it. SO worth it.<br/><br/>She entered the building and sat at her desk. Becky peeked over the blue-gray cubicle wall. "Sup, homie. Why you late today?" Brushing back a rogue piece of copper hair Evelyn rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Got tangled up in taking down a pervert on the Subway." "What?! Really? Was he at least a hot pervert? Did he look a bit like an asian with red-tinted hair?" Evelyn froze in typing and turned to eye the smirking woman. "You are so twisted!" She said shrilly then thought more about what her chubby friend said. "Wait, wait... Asian? What does race have to do wi- OH." Evelyn slapped her palm to her forward. "Someone saw me sitting with Xin Jun yesterday and got the wrong idea."<br/><br/>"Oh, it's all over the office girl. The infamously single Evelyn Vale likes men with little *bleeps*."<br/>"UGH! That's so wrong and racist for one thing. AND don't you people have any semblance of a life?!"<br/>"Nope. So spell the beans hot head!"<br/>"He's just the guy who works over at the Print shop on Fifteenth. He didn't have anywhere to sit at the cafe so he sat with me. Guy is like a nice little brother with way too many emotional problems to be dateable."<br/>"Tch. Boring... ah shit look busy. Shit-Bucket is on his way over."<br/><br/>Becky vanished back behind her wall and Evelyn began typing up proposals for next week's paper. Her skin crwling when she felt John standing behind her. "Hey saw you were late today Vale."<br/><br/>"Yes sir, got tangled up with an incident on the train. I have a police report to show I wasn't slacking."<br/>"Oh nice nice." He said absently not really listening. "Can you run back over to that print shop and have them reprint my business cards again. The morons got the address wrong." Evie took a very controlled breath and nodded turning to him with a smile in her swivel chair. "Yes I can do that." John grinned and leaned forward a bit. "Good. Come see me in my office when you finish with that. I have a question for you."<br/><br/>"Right-o!"<br/><br/>She ground out as he turned and left. She tugged her red peat coat on and could feel Becky's heated glance. "Not a word." She said steely and embarrassingly walked away as Becky sang behind her. "Evie and shop boy sitting in a tree!<br/>K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!"<br/><br/>Soon she was inside the increasingly familiar store and calling out. "Hi, it's Evelyn Vale from the Times again!!"