Matt sat at one end of the black-tiled island, eating a bowl of cereal, and watched as Sarah dumped her things onto the counter and hurriedly took out a glass from the cupboard. She wore a white pantsuit that hugged her figure and contrasted sharply with her jet-black hair and turquoise jewelry. She radiated in the morning sunlight. Matt smiled, admiring her from across the room; she always looked smart.
"Rachel, it's a quarter to eight. I've got a meeting at eight-twenty-five." She quickly poured orange juice into her glass but spilled some in her haste.
"Damn, it!" She jumped back to avoid getting any stains on her suit, "No, not you."
Matt tossed Sarah a dishcloth.
She wiped away the mess and continued, "Just leave Ben in the hotel. He's a big kid, or at least he acts like it."
She pushed the cloth aside, "Well, I can't help it either. There's no way I can go twelve blocks out of my way, drop him off, and be back in time to not blow the deal."
She backed the counter, taking a sip of her juice. She glanced at Matt, wrinkling her brow.
"Cereal, babe?" she whispered, "Why not something healthy like grapefruit?"
Matt responded by slurping the milk straight from the bowl.
Sarah stifled a laugh.
"Fine!" She continued, "If I get fired you'll be the one chauffeuring me around town."