it would be nice to go out and play a light sport, but she was still debating whether or not it would be too unseemly. She didn't think so, but still you couldn't be sure with all those snooty-nosed women around. Porcia entered the tearoom for two purposes really; one, to retrieve a paper and two, to retrieve a Mr. Howell. Instinct made her head straight here. Spotting him in the middle of the room, he seemed to be enjoying the company of someone she'd never seen before.

Ok... fine. She knew when she wasn't wanted. The first thing that came to mind was her sleek little black bike. Yes, she would go out on her bike. That would not only distract her but give her something to do as well.

The brightness of the sun caught her off guard. She had never seen the outdoors this bright before. She shielded her eyes so the reflection of the pavement wouldn't hurt them. Unchaining her bike, she briefly thought of leaving this place for good. No... maybe that was a good idea. She could probably scrap enough money from her last few paychecks to catch a boat home. She almost daresay to think that she hated it here; although she had not minded the near parent-child relationship that she and Mr. Howell had boiled down to these last couple of years. Porcia knew it only arose because he cared about her, and her for him. But here... here all of her faults seemed to be under a magnifying glass next to him. The more she thought about it, the more she thought it was a good idea. She couldn't tell anyone, though. Well, not yet anyway.

The wind rose just the slightest bit, caressing her body as the constant push, push, push of the pedals soothed her mind.