Nov 25, 2015
...I hate...this place.
[She muttered in complaint, climbing the stairs of an apartment complex. ...It sure lacked the charm of her own back home. As she finally reached a particular number, she knocked at the door before taking a minute or two to smooth her hair and readjust the collar of her shirt as she tried to wait as patiently as possible for the door to open.]
...Apologize, Caesar. ...Apologize.
[She reminded herself.]