The Street Walkers

Midnight came to Skyscraper Island, tiring out Jeff Roberts who recently completed strolling down Dream Street, stepping across the one-bedroom threshold, requesting female warmth. Due to that fantasy not being a reality, the young entrepreneur professional’s computer shut down, instigating find the department store bought couch, then hinting his easy on the eyes photogenic image, heed the thought, ‘escape the independent waken loneliness’ and ‘rest peacefully’.

As the sedative theatrical curtains revealed a private brain driven cinema feature film, Jeff relaxed enjoying, the nocturnal tale, spinning a sharp vision, telling a romantic story filled with engagement rings, wedding outfits and honeymoon vacations. As the next day's sun peaked through the blinds, the credits rolled, ending the all-night affair. Seeing the clock, Jeff's blurriness quickly cleared, and time came to confront the daily grind.

Deciding checking junk emails, achieved priority over hygiene, Jeff listened and the visual television headlines, distributed by those who were at work when he came home, informed the viewer despite all the irrelevant content. Closing the laptop, Jeff's personal cleanliness obligations were performed, and the portable electronic device secured a temporary safe haven inside an over-the-shoulder bag, while the cell phone jacket pocket residency offered easy access.

Illuminating natural spectacle, now comfortably basked, brightening the blue sky, and Jeff saved a couple of bucks walking towards his first commitment. Taking the scenic route, the former collegiate athlete browsed passed retail merchants' displays, headlining mannequins doing their tempting teasing luring best.

Standing pins and needles in hand, Karen Mucciante, a graduate fashion business school student, down at City University, tweaked a course project. Paralyzed Jeff could not wave, only rendered a smile which Karen was too busy to notice. Reaching the street's end, Jeff checked his watch, mimicking his school program competitor track and field listing history making sure he logged an appropriate calm pace. When the green light was granted, Jeff encountered the street, disappearing using an office complex lair.  Spending serious corporate cubicle bandwidth understanding, discussing important industry subjects, the enlighten conversation turned into a profit-recognized exercise, concluding the scheduled agenda item.

Discovering a coffee shop, interrupted the travels and Jeff chilled, testing the rest area's establishment, grabbing a sweet, finding a desk spot, reporting the meeting results using the internet. While writing the final sentence, Karen strutted, confidently addressing the counter, ordering a snack related lunch. Another staged immobilization occupation prevented any interaction; sending ‘job still needs edges smoothed’ message.

Chiming sounds beeped and Jeff read the client's text message, "great work this morning, cannot wait to hear what the afternoon brings,"

Digesting the compliment made Jeff forget frozen shyness and proceeded along realizing the obtained 'talk skill' talents.

Arriving ready to conquer the task, Jeff pressed the proper buttons, and the elevator obeyed the command. Doors quickly opened, and Jeff saw the receptionist, "Mr. Friedmeyer, please," and the assistant escorting him, expected firm handshakes, beginning crucial negotiations, and producing a favorable outcome.

Smiling, Jeff left the work area headed towards the ground level floor, instantly meeting the revolving vestibule. Not paying attention, entering the exit's wings, Jeff did not see Karen increase the turnstile gate speed, dropping his wallet, resisting panicking, knowing there wasn't any money.

"I guess I have to go to the ATM," he thought hearing the car's honking. While hustling, approaching the bank, with the shining moon, taking over as guiding light duties, a sharp ding originated from his trousers. Reading the text pleased the contractual worker, "Super job, Jeff, I just electronically sent you some spending funding, use your debit card for dinner."

No longer having any more financial issues, Jeff continued enduring the pedestrian adventure, visiting a respected restaurant underneath his living quarters, "Flaxan, Waxan", a former police station which daytime drama divas turned into a table service evening experience, allowing patrons to experience behind the bars imprisonment dining.

Time crept away, and the big game went into extra innings, and since the zombie runner had no scoring chances, nothing seemed accomplished. Dessert crumbs littered the dish, and Jeff paid the check when Karen appeared, "God I hate those three-hour lectures," she exclaimed shaking all the cuisine convicts, allowing retaliation from one, "Karen, saw your amateur video, do you still take cash to perform the tango?"

Giving a stern look Karen flexed her arm, placing it around the customer's neck, "Jay Bee, I know you get all the honey buzz but go to Zelle."

Laughing, Karen went down the booking station where Jeff patiently monitored the baseball match tied, "hey Walter, I really enjoyed the romantic matrimony fictional character last night,"

Words lost, the scene stayed silent, "but tonight you are a sculptor, and I am a model. Okay."

"Uh, my name is Jeff," honesty took over.

After twenty-four rotations, twelve cuckoos came out. Jeff found the couch and sleep beckoned unspooling, a mindful new release starring famous model Karen Mucciante and sculptor Jeff Roberts, nicknamed 'Walter', entitled, "Bucket I Am In Love",