It was that time of the year. Where people slowed down and time sped up, barreling us towards the new year whether we were ready or not. Shops were deserted as everyone recovered from the economic hit of Christmas and the streets were empty, families enjoying the warmth. It was a peaceful time and one of Jo's favorites. The warm fries in her hand was a blessing in the cold weather.
- 'Its starting to look a bit like a ghost town, huh?' she asked the person next to her, a small smile.
Christmas was never something that was celebrated in the Lewe household growing up. However, starting in high school, Joanna loved going to the city's holiday celebrations. She particularly loved the ice skating rink that was only there this time of the year. That is exactly where she was now, skating freely but not necessarily gracefully around the rink. She heard a shout, a child expressing their joy of being in the snow, and was distracted enough that she bumped into someone else.
-"I am very sorry," the apology very sincere as she reached to steady both of them. "Skating on ice wit a lot of people is not the time to be distracted." It was a small attempt at a joke, and she hoped it smoothed over any ruffled feathers.
images of memories mixed with emotions and wishes flashed through Joanna’s mind as she leaned against the train window. The quiet whispers of the other train riders as well as the soft lull of the train made the perfect environment to fall asleep. Which is exactly what Joanna Lewe did - an act so unlike her, falling asleep in a public place. Too exposed, so vulnerable. After the past week, however, she found it hard to stay awake during the day.
It was not until someone cleared their throat that Joanna started to come back to reality. Still not fully awake, she blinked up at the person who was responsible for her waking up, their face still blurry from her sleep.
- very slight panic caused her heart to pick up its pace...panic from the confusion of where she was that was caused by her groggy state and panic of missing her stop.
“What stop are we at?”
“Alright, how about this.” Greyson leveraged. An emply glass was in front of him, though he was turned to the side to speak with the person next to him. One arm leaned against the bar top as he waited to be sure he had their attention. “You tell me a good pick-up like and I’ll buy you a drink. But, it’s gotta be really good.”
“How about this...,” Joanna faced him slightly. “I don’t tell you a pick up line, I buy my own drink, and then we continue to sit here without you trying to proposition me.” At this, her lips turned into a sly smile, one brow raised.
- “In fact - I’ll even allow you to ask how my day was if you feel so inclined.”
Dawson was still extremely sore in his back, ribs and shoulders. He had only just arrived in Chicago a few days ago. Having to leave so suddenly left him with only the items he could fit in his horribly vandalized car. He head moved in with no furniture, so he was out looking for a good place to get at least a mattress. “Excuse me?” He said softly as he tapped someone on the shoulder. “Oh jeez… I’m sorry… I thought you worked here.” He said, face flushed as he realized his mistake.
A morning of waking up on the wrong side of the bed led to, ‘one of those days’ for Joanna. The type of day where it seemed everything was going wrong when in actuality, it was a mindset that could be fixed with a deep breath and a better attitude. This fix was not something that came easy for the woman so she turned to another relaxer - redecorating. It was this that brought her to the mattress store, on a mission for a sofa she saw in a magazine.
-if she could ever find the sofa in the store.
A tap on her shoulder caused her posture to straighten and her to quizzically turn and look the person who tapped her up and down.
- “No,” the word ending with a high note, both with light confusion and humor. “I’m sorry, but I do not work here. However, I have been looking around a while and can sadly report that I have not seen a worker yet.”
Did you see { JOANNA LEWE }, the { 30 } year old { FEDERAL AGENT}. SHE/HER is said to be { PERCEPTIVE, INNOVATIVE, AND COMPASSIONATE } but also { STUBBORN, OVER-ANALYTICAL, DETACHED }. she is known around chicago as the { WORK A HOLIC }!!.
Hello! Some things about Joanna:
She is the daughter of Israeli immigrants which once caused her to go through an identity crisis during her teen years. She grew up outside Chicago but lived in Washington D.C. after graduation, where she worked and lived until she was transferred back to her hometown.
She is a type 5 on the enneagram and VERY justice driven, which is one of the inspirations for her going into the FBI
Her two favorite drinks are London Fog Lattes (which she describes as a cuddle in a cup) and Dirty Chai Lattes.
She has always had a strong sense of right and wrong, though it has been her view of it which makes her come off very stubborn in her arguments.
Her religious views are not concrete but she believes there is Someone out there and a reason for mankind.
Whenever she is stressed, you can find her baking or going for a hike.
She has a love for podcasts, her cat Eliana, her parents, and poetry.
Joanna gets frustrated by violence and injustice and she can often be stressed over assignments at work that she can’t crack. When this is the case, she become obsessive over the evidence until she can figure it out.
In a positive light she is very compassionate and dedicated but in a negative she is overly self-critical and highstrung.
Get to know her more and message me/like this for some plotting! I love all plots, fluff or heavy! Shoot me a message or like this if you would like to plot! :)
