A creaking door announces a new entrant into the room. Incoming people are met with a stale smell and plain white walls. The chairs lack the comfort needed to calm the strawberry haired girl as she sits waiting. Her legs are crossed, she lets out a little cough and her sandal dangles as she shakes her foot in a nervous motion.
The television is set at a low volume and the occasional ringing of a telephone interrupts today’s news. A tall man in a black sweatshirt slides open a glass door and discusses something with the woman seated within. A plastic wall fixture displays 66 untouched pamphlets. Fake plants are used in an attempt to create a soothing setting, yet the two people appear nervous when looked at.
Many people enter through the glass door, but choose to take their numerous books or backpacks that contain them down the stairs. A line of two people form behind a black sign with white lettering, while women with coats matching the letters pass by casually.
The strawberry haired woman opens her cell phone and talks to her mother. Soon after, a short friend joins her and the conversation goes elsewhere. Near the creaking door are three trashcans with a stack of Advance-Titans placed next to them. The double glass doors lead out to a bright afternoon.
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