The storm raged over Metro City, lightning cracking overhead. Dashing for the cover of an awning, Roxanne cursed the fact that her mode of transportation was a little yellow scooter. The gas mileage was great and it was so easy to get around the city… until days like this. Hunching in her dark jacket, she rubbed her arms to stay warm, making idle conversation with the woman next to her, “I hate these freak storms this time of year. The weather has been so bad this fall.”
Face falling blank, Roxanne blinked, “Uh, what?” she really hated when people made jokes about her frequent kidnappings. The weather was easier to explain, “Work,” she shrugged and pointed at her moped, “And that doesn’t offer much protection.”
“mm, must be bitch working in this.” Alixon glanced up to the dark sky again when lighting crackled above the scrapers. Huffed gleeful. The dropping rain would only get worse from here… Huddled chin into her orange raincoat. “Are you done? with work for today I mean?”
Roxanne laughed, “I’m off the clock but works never done. It’s a bad habit but I always end up bringing it home with me.”
Workaholic is what her mother would always call her. Her father too. But once Roxanne sunk her teeth into a story, she just couldn’t give it up.
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