"Alright," Alex replied with a grin, "Let's hurry."

The dimly lit lobby was small, only consisting of a torn couch, a coffee table and a magazine rack. The air was polluted smoke. In the corner lied a receptionist desk. Alex nodded to the man positioned there. A lit cigarette bud rested between his fingers. He paid little attention to her. 
Through a metal door, Alex led Loki up two flights of stairs and down a short hallway to the front door of her apartment. Room 218. Her keys jangled as she unlocked the door. 
The doorway led to a small room consisting of a lounge area and a kitchen nested by the entrance. Wrappers and empty boxes where scattered across the floor. The sliding glass door, which led to a balcony, was blocked off my stacks of books and CDs. 

"Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." Alex disappeared behind a door on the left, which led to her cramped bedroom. When she returned, her jacket and vest had been shed to reveal a worn Grateful Dead t-shirt. 

"Are you hungry?" Alex asked as she opening the refrigerator, "You have a choice between left-over orange chicken and a pepperoni Hot Pocket." She uncovered the Hot Pocket box in the freezer and proceed to cook one package in the microwave for herself.