Nozomi sat patiently in the small room she was told to wait for her new promoter in. Her left leg was crossed over her disabled one as she patiently stared at the door. What was taking so long? She was bored of studying the brown door, it's silver handle, and the plain tan wallpaper that surrounded it. She felt her foot tapping rhythmically, mimicking a song she had heard when she first arrived in the district. Nozomi remembered loving music the moment she had heard her commercial jingle. The liveliness of it all. She loved upbeat songs that contrasted the bleakness that engulfed her when she still lived in the outside. Thankfully there was no music playing the night she was betrayed. Association is a powerful thing, and currently she was associating her new partner with tardiness.

Her right hand rubbed the velvet of the bench she sat on, until she bumped it against her cane. Nozomi stopped, and gripped it fiercely. Either the man was going to enter the room within the next five seconds, or she would go out on her own. [i]Five[/i]. She felt her eyes straining as she attempted to will the door to open and reveal someone to her. [i]Four[/i]. Who did he think he was, forcing her to resort to such distasteful methods. She just knew she would despise this man. "Three." She said softly. The sound of her voice surprised Nozomi. She could not believe that she would be so impatient, but then again she was never put in such a situation before. Impatience. For better or worst it seemed to be a new trait of hers. "Two." She continued forcefully. Her eyes nearly bore holes into the door. "O-one and a half!" She realized that she didn't want to meet her new partner. She sat back down with a huff, leaning her cane on the bench beside her. "One." Nozomi sighed. 

Nozomi went back to staring at the door, feeling the excitement grow within her. What kind of person would her partner be, she wondered.