Counting down til five o'clock

The rest of the day passes in a haze of hang ups, rejections, negotiations, sales pitches and closes. You make some sales, you let some slip through your fingers. In all honesty though, you don't care. You've had a whirlwind day and it's friday afternoon. All you care about is the hands of the clock as they slowly tick towards five o'clock and freedom for the weekend.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the day finishes. You and the rest of the office pile out of the doors in a frantic rush, people calling cabs, lighting much needed cigarettes, fumbling with bags and discussing plans with friends. As the crowd disperses and people gather into smaller knots of friends you spot Bianca. She sees you, smiles and waves at you.