Time to head to work!

I wake up the same as a did the previous day, stretching my back and groaning. I stagger to my kitchen and search the cupboards for food. Sitting in the final one, a dusty cereal bar. I shove it with haste in my pocket, grab the box and leave my apartment.

The walk itself was uninteresting. Admittedly I was embarrassed by the idea of walking around a busy city with a ton of female clothes and a dildo in a box, but I ended up getting used to its awkward shape and weight. I soon found myself in the plaza and placed my box of stuff down on a bench. Reaching to my phone, I stop, gulping. I had left it at home.

"Oh... fuck!" I cry out, slumping my head against the box. Yet again, hit by bad luck. I spent the next thirty minutes looking around for people. Surprisingly for a Monday, there was hardly anyone around. It was strangely quiet.

Eventually, with my box in my arms, I found a blonde-haired man with a chiselled chin. He was wearing a grey suit and talking into his ear-piece. I slowly stumble towards him.

"Uh... e-excuse me?" I say timidly. "Can I have some help? I need to get to work but I left my phone with the directions in at home..."

He looks me up and down, sighing. "As long as you don't waste my time for too long, sweetie."

My face goes red and I hide it behind the box. "So... uh... do you know where the BBC is? He calls himself the Big Bastard Chef?"

"The BBC? Shit, last time I checked their HQ was in London!" He laughed loudly at his joke, making my cheeks burn angrily. I lean out from behind the box and he calms down. "Alright, alright. You're gonna need to head down to the Restaurant known as Bistro Dix. It's just down the road and left a little, okay, love?"

I nod and thank him, awkwardly walking away through the plaza. Soon, the restaurant is in sight and I let out an audible growl. It was time to give him a piece of my mind.