Everyday at six after noon she watched him exit the office building across from her's. He always walked towards Chinatown, everyday, every weekday. Blessing wished she had the courage to go out and meet him. She wanted to complement his understated fashion sense. She figured her sartorialist Mr. was just over six feet tall. I wonder what he listens too on those headphones. Everday at seven after noon she ran her personnel report and munched on club crackers and thought about running her hands over tweed.