Renee’s POV
Work has been slammed.
Sean from the coffee shop in the city was completely right. I think I probably owe him a cut of whatever fortune I’m going to make.
I wasn’t going to use my life story as my brand, but the woman at the boutique recognized me anyway and that basically proved to me to be a sign that I should just go for it.
I’m currently on the train heading back down to the city to meet with another client that she wants to introduce me to.
The train is crowded with college commuters and business people alike. The gray plastic seats are sticky and covered in a peeling foam cushion. Theres an ever present subtle aroma of body odor, and the flickering fluorescent lighting is enough to give anyone a headache- but I love the train.
It’s the only time I get to sit down
