I tried to walk quickly along the corridor without drawing too much attention to myself. My platinum blonde hair insisted on covering my face every six or seven steps my hand always traveled up to push it back to its place on the side of my face. There was no way I would be able to concentrate on the task at hand for long, not with my mind wandering aimlessly like it was.
My eyes glanced around the hall as I slowed my pace slightly. The higher I went, the less people, which in my mind, says that I don't have to look like I'm rushing anymore.
I continued my journey through the halls of the apartment building silently...