“Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.” I chanted as I hurried along, swinging my unruly purse higher on my shoulder as I did so. I hopped up onto the sidewalk just as the light turned and the first cars began to cross the road, the sun was just coming up in muted orange and pink against the partially cloudy sky. “Didn’t trip.” I laughed at myself, smiling at the receptionist as I pulled the heavy glass door of the building before me open. “Hey Chaste.” The receptionist, Alma said as I entered in a swirl of chilly air. “Hey doll.” I smiled at her, and sat one of the Latte’s on the desk as I crossed the pretty yellow lobby, warm with Christmas decorations and an elegant tree decorated purely in silver and white, and stepped into the elevator. “Thank you!” She called and I waved at her before the door slid closed. I sipped my hot coffee as I waited on the elevator to rise to the top floor, it was way early, not even seven thirty yet, but this shoot was supposed to be over before dinner so everyone could get back home to their families.
