As the taxi pulled up, Faeya took the earbud out of her ear and looked up at the apartment complex. She sighed and stepped out of the taxi, her bag and CD player (the only music player she could afford) in hand, only to have it drive away before she could even thank the man. Faeya looked back up at the building and sighed again. Her steps fell into a rhythm as she walked toward the doorman, grinning and holding the door for her. She smiled politely, though it looked forced. "[b]Please wait in the lobby for the others[/b]" he said, his eyes not meeting her own but were on her face. She saw him staring and she knew what he was staring at. She threw her hoodie on her head and avoided his gaze, the red hand print still clear as day. [i]He[/i] wanted to give him one last reminder of all his "affection". She quickly walked toward a seatin the lobby, waiting for instruction.