Everyone Has a Story
Anthea quietly slid out of the sleek, black government vehicle and onto the sidewalk of a busy London side street. It had already been a long morning and she had been denied the comfort of caffeine until now. Her thumbs tapped quickly away at the keys on her Blackberry as she entered the cafe, her hand only leaving the device long enough to open the door.
Part of her fixation on her phone was due to professional obligations, but the biggest reason was due to personal necessity. Large crowds had never been easy for the personal assistant. One-on-one, she had no issues interacting with people, but in large groups, she often felt overwhelmed and struggled with how to react and not come across as awkward. Her Blackberry was her best friend and savior in social situations and it certainly didn't fail her on this peak time at the coffee shop.
Of course, her attention was perhaps a little too focused on her phone when she felt her shoulder his something solid. Her eyes quickly darted upward and found the something solid turned out to be a someone. Her heart began to race as she glanced around before offering the man a smile that she hoped appeared apologetic. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" she blurted out quickly.











