We are now following a few steps behind Transparent Emmett Parker. He’s walking his way to work, a light brown satchel slung across his shoulders (we forgot to note this earlier). He’s also holding an XXL Dunkin’ Donuts cappuccino in his right hand, sipping it in frequent intervals; it’s got to last this jaunt to his office exactly, finishing the exact moment he passes the dustbin in the office. It cannot finish a moment earlier or a moment later. But for now, he’s sipping the cappuccino.
You may wonder why, after such a healthy breakfast, he’s sipping a sugar-loaded, fat-filled drink like this. The reason being he needs a certain amount of caffeine, sugar and fat to function. Why not ingest all this at breakfast? I shrug. We may be omnipresent but we are not omniscient. He likes a healthy breakfast and an unhealthy coffee.
He is walking leisurely. He is right on time. His ear pods are providing him with an appropriate soundtrack to this walk. Last Words by The Real Tuesday Weld off their album London Book of the Dead. A slightly alarming choice in contrast to his rather mellow morning routine but Transparent Emmett Parkers chooses his music in much the same way he chooses his clothing; to fit the mood. Today is light, sunny and breezy so even though the lyrics are depressing in general, the melody itself is light, sunny and breezy so it fits.
Transparent Emmett Parker is on his way to work.
She’s power-striding down the stairwell to the foyer. The heels are clicking harshly on the white tile and in her right hand she’s clutching a small cigarette. Colorful Lucy Rosenthal only started smoking recently so she can still make do with a few puffs during her hustle down the stairwell in the morning.
In a flash she crosses the foyer and exits out the glass doors and quickly smiles at the doorman. He’s dressed as all doormen are; obscenely long red coat, brass button, jaunty cap, gloves. He’s sweltering but he gets a hefty enough paycheck so we shall leave him to his sweltering job and get on with Colorful Lucy Rosenthal. She quickly hops into a yellow NYC cab that’s just pulled up. She smiles quickly again at the doorman to thank him and she’s off.
During the journey to work, she leans against the seat and takes out her small, leather diary in which she keeps her notes and to-do lists. We cannot yet peek at it, it would break the rules. Thus, all we know so far about her job is that it is high-powered. Judging by the furious scribbling, Colorful Lucy Rosenthal treats her job seriously.
The cabbie is whistling tunelessly but Colorful Lucy Rosenthal can’t hear it. She’s got black ear pods (Bosch) plugged in and a full jazz band jazzing in her ears.
Colorful Lucy Rosenthal is on her way to work.