Katherine's POV

6:30 AM

"Good mornin' Ace," Jack grins, his arms still around my waist, and I open my bleary eyes, my head still in the crook of his neck. Last night wad cold, so we cuddled together for warmth. I stretch my arms and arch my back, hearing it crack satisfyingly. And with that, Jack helps me out of bed, and we walk to the kitchen. Hopefully there's still some muffins left... I bought some a few days ago, trying to ration them, but Jack was obsessed. He loved muffins... (don't ask me!)

We finish some of the blueberry treats and I slice an apple that I eat, with Jack picking up anything I don't grab quickly enough. "C'mon, Cowboy, save some for me!" I tease, flicking a seed at his incessant smirk. All I get in response is a laugh, and a quick kiss on the forehead. ' "Ace, you'se is gonna be late if ya don't hurry up." He says, blue eyes glinting.

8:00 AM

A few minutes ago we left the apartment. Sweet Jacky Boy insist on walking me to work. So off we go, arm an arm. He nods to a passing Romeo, who bows to me, and winks at Jack. "Heya Lova Boy!" That earned him a prompt smack on the arm. I squeeze my boyfriend's hand, and say, "We're here. Pick me up at 7?" I get a fleeting kiss (who knows who's watching) and open the door to the Sun. "For Sure!" I hear him call.

9:30 AM

"Lawrence, any projects I've been given?" I inquire to the kind manager at the front.

"Yeah,you had a piece on the Jumping Jenny's Tango. It's one you'll need this-" he handed me a ticket "-for." The older man shoots me a sympathetic look, "Sorry, Miss Katherine... Mr. Jacobs isn't handing out the good stories to your branch right now. He needs you on Entertainment." "After all the great work I did? Did he not read my last article?" I ask, feeling more and more agitated. "I'm very sorry Miss. Your last article, well, wasn't exactly... published."

"WHAT? I spent hours on that. I didn't sleep for 3 days. I-" My breath was rising along with my voice. "-I need to calm down. Thank you Mr. Samson. It's not your fault." I address the man politely and rush off to my office

11:45 AM

"I can't believe I get another flower show." I mumble. At least it was at Medda' s, so I said hello, and we got in a short conversation. She was just as annoyed as I was at this new development in my career. She offered to have me over for dinner to vent some more of my "rightly aimed feminine rage" as Medda put it. But I declined, seeing as I had a nice night, with a walk in the park planned with Jack. We did make plans to get together for tea next Sunday, though.

1:01 PM

"Dear Lord, will she ever stop tangoing with that dog?" I mutter, putting my head on my knees, looking at my blank notebook page. It was horrible, I'll just advise others not to see it. Or maybe I'll just praise it, so people have to sit through it too. But that might ruin my career... whatever, I'll just wing it, and say it was alright, but don't rush the box office... that should work.

2:00 PM

I'm back at the office, typing away, then ripping the paper to shreds, and grabbing a fresh sheet. It was like a systematic machine. Type rip throw grab, type rip throw grab. Until... Ding!

"I actually had an idea! I''ll try to write two articles, one on this hot mess," I cry, referring to the show, "And one on unfair opportunities for women!" I sit back in my chair, straighten my curls, add some new ink, and set to work.

6:37 PM

"Kay, Kath, we're closing a bit early for maintenance on pipework inside the building." Amelia, Mr. Jacob's assistant, and a good friend of mine. "Alright, Now, let me just finish up this line... and... done!" I stare at my good work. Yes. Nice job Katherine! "Want to get some coffee, then we can wait for Jack?" She brightly sang, "You two are so cute!" I laugh as well, and put a hand on hers, "let's just go!"

7:10 PM

"you're late." I whisper, as Jack runs up to me. "Sorry, I just sold a pape to a scab for a dollar!" He cried, holding up the bill triumphantly. "This'll go towards the dinner fund." The dinner fund was a jar that the Newsies knew existed, but never saw. It mysteriously distributed coin to boys of the weren't selling well. It was Jack's brilliant plan... The whole walk home, Jack babbled on about this scabber, who wouldn't sell it for less. "He was a saint, dressed as Satan" he had said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

7:35 PM

We got into my apartment, and my Cowboy smirked, "what, no kiss?" And held his arms out. I melted into them and he kissed me sweetly, and it was long. We couldn't be like this in public, since my father had eyes everywhere. You never knew where he was. When we broke apart, I shooed him to the bathroom. "Wash your hands, and we'll quickly eat, I want to walk before it gets dark."

8:15 PM

I straighten my skirts, and hold Jacks hand as we stroll through the park, just us and the city. No boys to watch our every move, no father to watch my every move. It was heaven... I wish that we could do this more often, but sadly, Jack has his brothers, and I have my job... Oh, right, my job. I contemplate whether to tell Cowboy now, or tomorrow. Well, I'd hate to ruin this one breath of fresh air, so tomorrow it is.

10:23 PM

Jack tuck me into bed, and goes to the fire escape, as if to go back to the boys. "Stay with me?" I ask, not wanting to be alone tonight. "Okay, Ace. Tonight... but the I'se has to go back. They'll miss me." He stroked my curls, brushing his hands through it. "Hey! How bout you come hone with me and the gang? You can tell em a story, and then we can sit up in me penthouse." Jack asks quietly, still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Mm-hmm..." I murmur, eyes fluttering closed slowly. All I feel are his strong arms wrapping around me, and a happy sigh escapes my lips.

This is how I wish I could live, forever...