Public: Rachael's Arrival
Rachael turned down the radio as she rolled into the city. It was beautiful, she decided. She'd traveled a long way from her hometown in her tiny little car, but she'd made it. She couldn't believe she was finally here, moving through the streets at a sedate pace.
She didn't know anyone here, and was a little nervous about finding a place to live. And how was she going to eat? She'd spent most of her money on gas for the trip. She supposed she'd make due, she always did.
Her morose thoughts were getting the best of her until she spotted a road sign. "Phoenix Street," she read. "Hm, that sounds likely."
She turned down the street and immediately saw the perfect place. It was beautiful. A house with a rent sign.
She pulled up in front of it and turned off the car. It really was something. A house that had been turned into flats. Her aunt had lived in one once and she had wanted to live in a place like this since hearing about it years ago. She walked up to the door and knocked.
Her shirt was a wrinkled from sitting in the car so long and she hastily tried to smooth it out. It wasn't working very well.
The door opened and she took a deep breath, "Miss sheba_finesse? Hi. My name's Rachael and I was wondering if you had any places left to rent? I'd love to live here, it's gorgeous."
She stopped her rambling, a little embarrassed, and hoped she had made a good impression.
She didn't know anyone here, and was a little nervous about finding a place to live. And how was she going to eat? She'd spent most of her money on gas for the trip. She supposed she'd make due, she always did.
Her morose thoughts were getting the best of her until she spotted a road sign. "Phoenix Street," she read. "Hm, that sounds likely."
She turned down the street and immediately saw the perfect place. It was beautiful. A house with a rent sign.
She pulled up in front of it and turned off the car. It really was something. A house that had been turned into flats. Her aunt had lived in one once and she had wanted to live in a place like this since hearing about it years ago. She walked up to the door and knocked.
Her shirt was a wrinkled from sitting in the car so long and she hastily tried to smooth it out. It wasn't working very well.
The door opened and she took a deep breath, "Miss sheba_finesse? Hi. My name's Rachael and I was wondering if you had any places left to rent? I'd love to live here, it's gorgeous."
She stopped her rambling, a little embarrassed, and hoped she had made a good impression.