It wasn't that Lily wanted to meet her neighbors (she didn't) or make new friends (hah, friends), but there was this thing she had with caffeine. It was the same thing she had with cigarettes (an addiction) except she refused to acknowledge it. The addiction part. She wasn't addicted, she just had a driving need. And good, free espresso wasn't something she could say no to.
The thought occurred to her, as she pulled on a pair of ankle boots, that she could be walking into a dangerous situation. She had no idea who was waiting in 404. But, really, she didn't care. Her mind fixated on the prospect of an espresso, she smoothed her pencil skirt over her thighs (one never knew when one might meet a rich man), collected her purse, and left her apartment.
She took the elevator (no need to walk) to the fourth floor and made her way to the fourth door, knocking lightly against it. Her phone was set to ring after forty-five minutes (a polite staying time) just in case she needed an excuse to run like hell.