"Howdy and good morning! I was just callin' to confirm a nine-thirty appointment with Mr. Hauzmann? Right. Pertainin' to property titles and deeds. And the standard rate..." Blanche. "Of course. Sounds reasonable."
Ruby nuzzles her phone with her shoulder, hand over hand on the steering wheel. Her red Jetta takes a smooth right and glides to a stop in a 30 minute loading zone, 30 yards from the bus stop.
"Well thank you very much, we'll be in shortly." Conversation closes with electric disconnect, and Ruby sequesters her work phone into a simple, somber grey purse.
Today she's dressed professionally, in resolute navy with sharp corners. Her shoes are sleek and economically spartan, her hair tightly bunned, and her lipstick the subdued pink of 'don't waste my time.'
Seven minutes early, she wonders if Jack takes promptness seriously.