perfectmissyork.livejournal.comUp until yesterday, when the work on remodeling had oh so handwavily started, the building seemed to have remained relatively dormant since it's previous owners, but, now, it was getting some traffic again, in both the way of construction and the way of a really super cute pair of heels. Charlotte, kicking things into super-high gear out of guilt for not really doing much yesterday besides a bit more settling in, was moving in and out of the building, up and down to the different floor, clutching a clipboard and a folder with a bunch of other Important Papers in it, going over them to make sure everything matched up, and then making sure those matched up with other things, and then double, triple, quadruple checking it all. Of course, everything was matching up, but that didn't mean she should just rest on her loins here.
She also went and opened all the door and windows while she was here to air out the stuffy building, wondering if it was just her or what that it smell like a lot of sex in there. And it was so dark! She couldn't wait until the big front windows she had planned for the front to be installed, get some light and that nice view of the water set up and...
Occasionally, if you caught her at the right moment, you might catch Charlotte bouncing a little, before falling into another sharp strike of neurosis that she was missing some little detail.
[[ the place won't be open for business for a while now, buuuuuut there's construction and open doors if anyone wants to poke their nose in :) ]]
[[ *is squeeful* ]]