The hands of the clocks inside the Written-in-Water bookstore met over the numeral XII and the afternoon rush was in full swing. Professionals, laborers, and students engulfed the city, rushing about to complete whatever errands they had before work or study called them away again. It was in this brief island of freedom that Lux walked under the Angel and Snake statues, rubbing the back of her neck with a sigh. As things were now, she couldn't see a day when there would be a balance between the mundane necessity of work and her true life in the Consilium, but the struggle between the two was almost entertaining at times. Today, for instance, was a prime example of how business lunches made perfect excuses for getting out of the office, especially when it was a lax day and the office gossip started to fly.
She laughed lightly to herself and ordered a cup of tea before waiting patiently at a table, keeping her supernal-attuned eyes peeled for Mrs. Glass.