Life after the accident was frustrating, but that was mostly because Erin couldn't stop thinking about it. Not a day went by where she hadn't blamed herself for everything, and often wondered if she had just given into her mother's nagging, and bought a new car, that day's incidents could have been avoided. Still, the young brunette was haunted by her last conversation with the older woman, where she did nothing but assure her mother that the car was safe, that nothing was going to happen to her. It was sick the way the world worked sometimes, and Erin was quick to become overwhelmed by the desire to turn back the clock or wish for another chance. 

No matter the temperature, Erin's head always drove her outdoors. It was the only place that she could really relax whether it be a simple walk around the property, or a hard run through the nature trail. Secretly, she felt like if she always moved, her own thoughts wouldn't catch up to her, and if she could outrun them for the next fifty years, maybe she could make something of herself. In the back of her mind, the girl was aware of how ridiculous that was, but acknowledging discomfort hadn't been her thing for the last six months.

The hallway was quiet, and Erin pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her hands, sticking them into her pockets as she walked toward the elevator. For a few fleeting moments, all Erin could hear was the sound of her own footfalls muffled against the expensive carpet, but that was soon interrupted by a barrage of unexpected shouting. Turning, Erin looked over her shoulder to see a tall man striding toward her and looking very cross. It was as though he had come out of nowhere because she hadn't even noticed him in the hallway and normally, she did her best to be polite to the neighbors.

"Your apartment?" she asked slowly, her confusion clear in her tone and expression. "I live here." Looking the man up and down, Erin could tell that he wasn't some homeless person who had slipped past the doorman, and her next guess was that he was some posh, club kid who had family in the building, and was possibly confused about where his home actually was.

Tugging at her sleeves again, Erin balled her hands around the fabric and stuck them back into her pockets. "So, uh," she stalled, feeling awkward as ever, "hope you find where you need to be?" She scooted her way toward the elevator, intending on getting away from this stranger with the charmingly disheveled hair and smart vest.