Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for the movers to finally get back to their job - they wouldn't get their builder's tea otherwise - the brunette was deep diving her stream of Consciousness. Sacramento truly deserved its nickname of the "City of Trees", it was magnificent, surrounded as it was by lush green foilage. Her small apartment had been a blinder, she could have run for the position of Mayor of Tortuga, even then, it was an insufferable euphemism. If only she could improve her job prospects, or maybe get her fetch to lend her money? You know, it was HERS to start with.
She needed to stop the ramblings, it wasn't going to get her anywhere.
An old bean with a scholarly appeal passed by, wearing a nerdy t-shirt with some kind of math joke. The girl instantly turned to the right in an act of modesty, staring absent-mindedly at the window of a shop and folding her arms over her chest. She was wearing a long trench-coat, on a cold day and over the heels she was sporting? It was marvellous, besides, it kept the lecherous gazes of the hoi polloi at bay.
"Golly gosh, I'm unforgivable"
Her manicured hand quickly slipped inside her bag, emerging with a smartphone that could have only been assembled two or more generations ago.
The phone rung, rung and rung again. She was attempting contact with a lady of great station, she felt jittery.