Smooth jazz echoed around her apartment, blocking away the mundane sounds of early evening New York City. The tall brunette's gaze was locked on the canvas before her, the paintbrush in her hand making swift, strong strokes. The image in her mind was slowly forming on the formerly blank piece. It wasn't her best work, but it was damn close. She stepped back to have one more look at her work and see what she needed to put for the finishing touches. She set down the palette on an open desk and blindly reached for her remarkably still warm cup of Starbucks.
That was when the loud blaring of what seemed to be the fire alarm filled the entire apartment building, causing Alex to drop the cup. Black liquid made their home in the floorboards, making the brunette groan out loud in frustration. Getting those stains out would be a pain, but she had more important problems at the time. Like the fact that there was a fire breaking out in their building.
Alex wasted no time in moving. She grabbed a briefcase, filled with important documents for easy carry at emergencies such as this, and ran out of the room. She offered one last look at her painting, the thought that perfectly good art would burn down twisting a knife in her stomach. She sighed, knowing that there was more important things that her art. She made her way down to the lobby, and straight outside. The New York chill caused goosebumps to erupt all over her body, as she settled to the side and prepared to give help if anyone needed it.