Breakfast, hair, makeup, work, lunch, work, home, dinner, bed. That had been the usual routine for Anna Krushnik, the girl everybody knew as the sweet girl from the tailor in the Port Hotel. Nothing got her spirits down, not even the beginnings of the war that threatened here's and so many others' lives. But maybe a new day would turn out different to what she considered the usual...
Golden light seeped through her shutters, illuminating her small room. Anna groaned, rubbing her eyes, and squinted at her small clock. 7:30. She swore realising how late she was, and raced to her wardrobe. Picking out a navy dress, she pulled it on, combing back her hair hastily and pulling on her coat. Before locking her door she stopped, smiling to herself, today's going to be good.
The morning smelled of rain as Anna pattered down the street, holding her navy fedora in fear that it might fall off. As she entered the hotel she smiled and nodded her usual 'good mornings', until she got to the tailor shop. She called out to her boss, "Jó reggelt Mr Barna!"
He replied in a harsh tone, "late again Miss Romanoff! Hurry, there's a customer waiting!"
Anna rolled her eyes and hung up her coat before greeting the customer, "Good morning sir, how may I help you?"
He smiled warmly, bright grey eyes glittering with life, "I was looking to buy a tie and I heard that this was the best tailor in Budapest. I'm Edwin Jarvis."