The alarm buzzed just as the sun was breaching the horizon, showing a brightening grey New York skyline. But Kurt jumped out of bed, even though he wasn't due at work for a few hours, immediately racing to the kitchen and quickly mixing himself a cup of coffee, the first of many for the day, and then just as quickly although not quite as haphazardly due to the hot drink in hand made his way to the large window facing the street and sat down at the small settee he had placed there. To anyone else it would just seem like Kurt was relaxing with his morning coffee while watching the day break, but the twitching of his leg as it jumped seemingly of its own volition as his eyes remained fixed on the building across the street told something different. Kurt was waiting for something- or better yet, someone.
He didn't have to wait long, as a young man exited the building and made toward the subway station just down the street, still in sight of Kurt's perch. He watched this man with a steadfastness one would associate with a lion watching its prey, waiting for it to make a mistake so it could go in for the kill. Not even halfway to the subway steps and the man Kurt was watching was already having a rough time managing through the thick snow that had covered the ground the evening before, storm warnings had been issued for the following days and Kurt was sure that this was nothing compared to what was to come. Kurt snickered into his mug as the man below skidded on a patch of ice, barely managing not to fall by grabbing onto a street lamp, swinging himself clumsily in order to keep himself upright.
The man was just about to reach the steps to the subway, Kurt slightly disappointed at the lack of show this morning when an older woman came rushing up the stairs of the subway station the man was about to enter, her arms weighed down with a mountain of files and a giant cup of takeaway coffee, a bulging messenger bag smacking jauntily from her side. She didn't seem to be paying attention to anything but the Bluetooth attached to her ear as she chattered so loudly that Kurt could almost make out her words from his 6th floor apartment. She bumped into the man Kurt was watching, the lid of her coffee cup popping off in the collision and ending up all over the man's coat, dripping down onto his shoes, and no doubt seeping into stain his white dress shirt that was peeking out from the top of his coat.
Kurt outright laughed, the sound echoing in the large empty apartment, at the angry yet stricken face of the man as the woman gave a quick brush off of an apology and continued on her way, drinking the last dregs of coffee and tossing the now empty industrial sized coffee cup into a garbage bin while still jabbering into her earpiece. The man picked at his wet clothes and checked his watch, by now Kurt had a decent handle on the man's schedule and knew that if the man didn't get on the next subway he would be late to wherever it was he went each morning. Kurt watched as he let out a heavy sigh and continued down the steps to the subway, leaving Kurt's line of sight. Kurt sighed happily at his morning vengeance and went to make himself another cup of coffee. Who knew watching Sebastian Smythe every morning would be so much fun?