New York City: believed to be one of the greatest cities in the world.
Contrary to popular opinion, Louise didn't think NYC was all that great. The city was far too loud, overcrowded, and Louise wasn't too fond of the public transportation she had to use every day. Plus, the city was enormous…which only made Louise tense. She wasn't very familiar with the art of dealing with people. Louise was rather reserved, and had never been very social; that was her sister. Louise Beilschmidt had been living in New York City for almost five years, and she still had not managed to make one friend.
Louise reached into her top cabinet, getting a grip on her container of instant coffee. She smiled lightly, recalling her sister performing the same action just the week before. She had needed to get on the tips of her toes.
As she poured the boling water into her mug, Louise wondered what her sister Julia had been doing lately; she hadn't seen her for a few days. It wasn't very worrying though, moreso typical. As resident manager of The Bonnefoy, where both sisters resided, Julia was constantly busy, attending to the needs of both employees and residents. That was only according to what Louise's sister had actually told her, which meant there was no guarantee of accuracy.
Louise took a seat on the couch and placed her mug on the elegant glass coffee table her sister had given her as a house-warming gift. The table was the only piece of furniture that really seemed to fit in with the spacious apartment; the couch Louise had bought herself was tearing at the edges, the dishes were chipped, and the subtle colors of the curtains were fading. Having just recently graduated from a local private research university, Louise had been left with a rather large burden of debt, with only a part-time job at a nearby restaurant to support her. In order to keep her debt from growing, she had taught herself to not only be a smart shopper, but a stingy one, which explained why she wasn't very interested in getting a new pair of curtains. The only way she even managed to afford living in The Bonnefoy was through her sister's close friendship with the daughter of Mr. Bonnefoy himself, which had made it Louise's cheapest option.
Louise checked the wall clock: 10:00 A.M. It was Sunday, which meant the restaurant was closed, leaving her with nothing to do.
Louise hated Sundays.