I could make the argument that I hadn't finished what I'd come to the Publishing to do, but I knew I'd kick myself for it later. How many times was I going to make an ass of myself in one day?
"Enough," I scolded myself under my breath. "Moving on."
Horns blared as one cab darted in front of another with only inches to spare and then slammed on the brakes as daring pedestrians stepped into the intersection seconds before the light changed.
Shouting ensued, a barrage of expletives and hand gestures that didn't carry real anger behind them. In seconds all the parties would forget the exchange, which was just one beat in the natural tempo of the city.
As I melded into the flow of foot traffic and set off toward the gym, a smile teased my mouth. Ah, Detroit, I thought, feeling settled again. You rock.
