Giovana was sat on one of the many benches in central park writing up notes from the last game. Usually she kept locked in her office but she needed the fresh air, and the weather wasn’t that bad either, she would have kicked herself if she was in her office looking out over the last bits of sun they were going to see. Grabbing her coffee from the bench at the side of her she took a sip and smiled as someone joined her, nodding in their direction to acknowledge their arrival.














