Percy Witts Walks

By 11:00 AM Percy Witts had stepped out of his apartment and headed down the steps, leaving through the backdoor, making sure to throttle the doorknob to be certain it was locked. He had recently been accepted for a temporary position at " Wooden Constellation"- a pretty bad name for a marketing agency. The inspiration for the title was explained to Percy in an overcrowded bar in Long Island City by an inebriated CEO speaking or rather shouting about how she went camping in the Alaskan Wilderness and woke up in the middle of the night and saw the stars. In her brilliance she combined what she saw- trees and stars. Said CEO- named Emilia also shared Percy her coke when he had asked the waiter for some. Percy subsequently made a mental note to specify Coca-Cola next time. All in all, this was not the best marketing agency.

He turned the corner, and entered the subway, welcoming the warm air that hit him as the heater had not worked last night and his lack of a jacket was not helping. Percy wore his typical green khakis with a black shirt. This had been essentially his uniform since moving out. He'd been calling this outfit "minimalist" rather than his best friend's preferred " broke", understanding that branding was everything. One of the few things he'd learned at Wooden Constellation.

Heading down in the subway, Percy's phone buzzed in his pockets, and the initials " NW" popped up. Nira wanted to talk, and Percy wanted his peace. He let the phone ring and entered the subway car.