Character Sketch

It must be six o’clock. My feet don’t want to move, it’s too cold; I’m so comfortable. But okay, I’m up. Shower time. The water’s hot, the best way to have it and I’m falling asleep all over again, probably shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night massacring all those zombies. Okay, condition and I’m done.
Damn, it’s raining again, why did I move here? It’s rained every day since I’ve been here. But of course, time for work, I’ll take a cab today because there’s no time for the bus. My eyes are red and there are dark circles surrounding them... stupid zombies. I wonder if that cute intern is going to be in today, I should probably learn her name.
Not bad, 6:30, hair looks good; all short and soft, so glad I cut it, that intern isn’t going to know what hit her. Jeans are frowned upon at the office, but I won’t be there all day so too bad. Pinstripe dress-shirt and I’m done. And now to call the cab, which is so much more different than just hailing one. But it’s taking forever; I probably could have waited upstairs in my flat and watched out the window, rather than in this cold, damp lobby. “Mr. Etelle?” my name sounds funny when said with an accent, “Your mail is here.” I grab it and stuff it in my bag when I hear a weak horn honk from outside and I thank the old man behind the front desk. Running out into the rain I yank my coat over my head to save my hair from disaster. I jump into the back of the cab; success, its still intact.
“Studio Eight, on St. Adams Street” I demand from the driver and she turns her head to give me a look before pulling out into the street.
“Not from around here?” she asks, but I only hear her faintly because I have my headphones in. “Where you from?”
“Oh, uh, London” I say, and cut her off before she gets excited, “Ontario.”
“Oh, well then. You’re a little far from home, huh?”
“Huh?” I respond, not actually caring what she’s talking about. She turns and pretends to have said nothing, as I shove my other headphone in my left ear. Pulling up to the gates, I hand her £8 and say thanks as I jump out and slam the door behind me.