Who: Daisy, Hannah, Li, and anyone else who feels like it What: Moving Daisy's things Where: Lobby and the stairwells When: Post-lights, early afternoon Warnings: Five flights of stairs, four letter words, three girls (to start), and etc, etc.
Daisy closed her laptop with a smile of satisfaction, pleased with her lemons-to-lemonade transformation of the afternoon. Her things were still in haphazard piles on the lobby floor but she's made a number of new friends. New York friends.
After stuffing her laptop into her back pack, she plopped herself down on the slightly dirty floor of the lobby, leaning against the wall. The elevator sat opposite of her, doors open, taunting her, teasing her, seducing her. Try me, it said, all siren-like. I swear I'll be good this time, it promised. I won't take you to the eleventh floor three times in a row, it swore.
Miffed, Daisy blinked, annoyed, then stuck out her tongue.