Elise had been trapped in her apartment for an entire week working on her column, she only left the enclosed place to get her typical Starbucks and vogue magazine and sat at the park to have her alone time. It had been hard to work in the annual gala report since the queen had been a guest and actually acknowledged her saying she would look forward to reading her article, hence she had to work trice as hard to get everything perfect. Tonight, after dropping off the final draft of her article, she deduced she needed time with other people so she dressed in a nice outfit and hailed a cab, destination: london’s most famous and crowded bar. She arrived and walked to the counter, sitting down a barstool and sighing. “Give me a margarita john” she said to the bartender.
