Down the stairwell she heard footsteps echoing from below, moving up in her direction. When her path met with that of the footsteps, she hid her stolen items, holding them against the side of her body. A man in a tailored blue suit said hello to her, his cognac colored leather oxfords continued their clapping on the stairs as he passed. But the sound ceased as he stopped, turned around and said “Kitty?” unsure if he recognized her correctly or not. She paused and cringed, hating to be seen on days like that, and turned around to see the man. She kept the champagne flutes and wicker ball hidden at her side as she turned.
“I thought it was you!” the man exclaimed. Kitty wore a false grin in reply, unsure who that man was. “Last night was crazy, huh? You disapeared into thin air though and we all were wondering what happened to you.” The man took a breath and paused as the pieces slowly came together in his dense head. “Wait, have you been in the building all night?”
“Guess so,” Kitty said, dying to be released from the conversation.
The man laughed hysterically, only able to add “Wild.” Then after an awkward moment he excused himself, “Hey I’ve got to check on the penthouse. Got a showing in a bit and don’t know how bad it looks in there after last night.” He reached into his pocket and produced a business card which he handed to Kitty. “Text me. Let’s do it again sometime.” And with that he continued on his way, feet clapping as he hurried up the stairs to the penthouse.
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