Eliza. Dressed in a business suit ☑

Before you walk outside the apartment you quickly glance through the apartment window, and see it's a beautiful sunny day.

You turn to leave and on the staircase of your apartment you pass one of your neighbours. Eliza was her name? You are not sure.

She's a 30 years old business woman. Her hair are elegantly pinned into a fancy bun on top of her head, with a silver needle, and a gorgeous pearl necklace around her neck.

She's wearing a fancy business suit. Black, with a long skirt, and white shirt underneath. On her feet she has elegant black pumps on a medium sized heel. Legs covered with black stockings or pantihose.

She must be coming back from work.

You smile at her and gesture toward her, stopping for a bit of chit-chat. "Morning Eliza, how are you today?" you say, admiring her fancy outfit.

"What's the occasion for this marvellous outfit?" you ask. Even if you were a few years younger than her, you felt comfortable talking freely to her.

"Oh. Nothing unusual, just another day at work. Although I did have an important client so dressed up a bit today! Thank you for the compliment!" she smiles at you and continues upstairs to her apartment that's floor above yours while you head downstairs.

Opening the door outside you see sun shining, and beautiful weather and your mood lifts up a bit again. Warm sun glances on your skin, perhaps even to strongly. But the gentle breeze evens it out.

You see Michael, older gentleman who lives on a ground floor who is watering flowers in a small garden in front of your building.

He's about sixty years old, with white hair and short beard. Time was good to him, and his physical activities kept him lean and nimble. He eyes your body before whistling under his nose and waves at you.

"Oh. Alex! Where are you heading today slut?" he greets you with a broad smile, turning off his hose.

... where indeed?