Pretty soon, she won't be doing this anymore. Assuming everything continues on schedule, Molly has about four weeks left before she'll have to go on maternity leave, and while she can't exactly say that she's thrilled about the prospect of not going to work for a few months, she'd be stupid to ignore the inevitability of it. Better to keep it in the back of her mind, to make sure that there are plans in place so things will run smoothly without her, and to enjoy this freedom, such as it is, while she can. That includes what she's doing now: walking from City Hall to pick up something for lunch, especially since, exhausted as she seems to be all the time, she knows she needs to be getting in at least a little exercise. She's not up for much else these days.
That plan gets temporarily put on hold when, on her way out to the sidewalk, she notices something that's more than a little strange, even for this place. There's a woman crouched in the bushes, watching the building through a pair of binoculars, and if Molly had to guess, she'd say it looks like she's planning on sticking around for a while. Maybe it shouldn't be, but at least for the moment, it's more amusing than worrying, and she just stands there for a moment, a confused, lopsided smile on her face, before she speaks. "Can I help you with something?"
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Date: 2016-09-10 01:07 am (UTC)That plan gets temporarily put on hold when, on her way out to the sidewalk, she notices something that's more than a little strange, even for this place. There's a woman crouched in the bushes, watching the building through a pair of binoculars, and if Molly had to guess, she'd say it looks like she's planning on sticking around for a while. Maybe it shouldn't be, but at least for the moment, it's more amusing than worrying, and she just stands there for a moment, a confused, lopsided smile on her face, before she speaks. "Can I help you with something?"