Jaime McCauley

The Little Black Book

Hana plopped down into an empty seat on the metro and settled her bag onto her lap. Despite being only mid-afternoon, her day was almost done. She’d gone into work early to help with stocking and inventory. Now all she had to do was take the red line all the way down to Brookland and then there’d be a bit of a walk for her to get to her tiny apartment near Catholic U. She had come to D.C. to be a student at there. Unfortunately, to afford school, she’d had to work herself to exhaustion, and her grades suffered. She had to drop out.