"Hey guys. I'll catch up later." He looked over at a fashion showroom on Madison Avenue as a group of men in suits kept walking on. One flashed his middle finger in his direction. Steff McKee's eye fixed on the girl laying out a sheet of fabric on a table. Her auburn hair was slicked back revealing her profile to him. Steff immediately recognized her. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it while still oggling. When she turned her head to look out the window, her face showed a slow sign of recognition before he saw her mouth his name. Steff
He walked to the entrance went through. Andie Walsh already stood there silently creating her battle plan. She wore a mid-length black spaghetti strap dress over a tight t shirt. A simple black ribbon was tied around her neck. "What are you doing here?" she asked curtly.
"I have an internship for a broker in the city this summer. I saw you while I walking back from a business lunch." Steff balanced himself on the door frame.
"Yes. I can smell that business lunch on your breath. Did you bother to even eat or just have a liquid lunch? Now before you can call me a bitch, what do you want?"
"Chill, Andie. I just wanted to say hello. It surprised me to see you here. That's all. I'm allowed to be polite. I'd be a dick to just walk past without saying something." Steff's words should have surprised her but the delivery was the same as she expected.
"Here's my card in case you want to do something," Steff said handing her his business card. Before she could look up from reading it, he was already gone.
Andie saw the card out of the corner of her eye. She has placed it on her workspace. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. Steff was the biggest asshole from high school. He harrassed her, embarrased her and controlled others around her to sway their favor from her. The other rich kids from school never got to Angie. Steff made her blood boil.
Her relationship with his best friend did not last but a month into college. She couldn't balance the course work and guilt of spending so little time, so she called it off with Blane. She didn't feel too bad about it, either.
Her eyes kept wandering to the card all that week. On Friday, after her shift she picked up the card deciding to throw it away. As she walked to the bin, she pocketed it at the last minute and exited the showroom.