“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">MELANIE</span>!” A booming voice called out to the brown skinned young woman who was half way out of the door to her apartment. She slowly turned on her heels and smiled at the two men who towered over her. It was her father and younger brother. Melanie and her family were from Dallas, Texas and the two had come with her to make sure she got moved in properly with out a hassle. This being her second year in Miami she was thrilled that her Dad not only agreed to let her get an apartment but she had a chance to actually get a say in who her potential roommates were. After a disastrous roommate situation last year she couldn’t contain her anxiety about getting not one but two roommates. Really it wasn’t necessary for her to find her roommates, she was assured that management could simply place two other people in the apartment with her, but if she had recommendations it would be helpful to her. Also the aptly named<i><u>Across The Street Apartments </u></i>was a brand new off campus student living.<br/><br/>The apartments were 3 stories high and had a total of 4 completed buildings so far. Construction was still underway for the remaining 5 and when completed there would be 1, 2, 3 and 4 bedroom apartments. It was dorm style living but slightly cheaper and a little nicer. All bills were included in rent, each apartment came fully furnished, there were a few nice amenities like a pool a basketball court and sand volleyball area. There was even a decent sized dog park for those who brought a furry friend with them. The apartment move in day coincided with that of the school, and since this was their first time opening Melanie, or rather her Dad, got a good deal. The first months rent was free, and if she was able to get at least two other people to sign a lease she would get 10% off her own 12 month lease. So she had been given a stack of fliers to hand out and put up around campus with her name as a referral on it.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">Yes sir?</span>” She asked looking at her Dad who had a stren look no matter what he was feeling.<br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">Where are you going?” <br/>
“To campus. I have to get a feel of the walk, and I have the fliers to pass out. Oh and orientation </span>” She informed him. He rubbed his chin and nodded<br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">We’re just about finished unpacking the big things. We’ll be going back to the hotel. Give us a call this evening so we can have dinner together. We’ll be flying out in the morning so don’t forget! Do you have your keys, and phone?</span>” He asked and watched as his daughter thought deeply. She had a medium sized back pack on that she used as her pruse. She opened it up and dug around for a bit. When she finally found both items she pulled them out as proof before replacing them in her bag. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">What about your pepper spray and knife?</span>” Sighing heavily Mealine produced those items as well then replaced them, she also pulled out a pair of sunglasses and her AirPods. After placing her headphones in her ears and sunglasses on her face she zipped the purse closed. Her father pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her forehead before letting her go on her way.<br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">Be safe and see you tonight” <br/>
“I will.See you later Daddy.”</span>and off she bounced out of her first floor apartment and into the bright sunshine rays of Miami. Before she got to far Melanie opened up her backpack once again and placed the fliers in for safe keeping but pulled out her phone. She wanted to check her twitter page and turn on some tunes. She opened up Apple Music and placed her library on shuffle. The first song to play was<i>Tia Tamera </i>by<i>Doja Cat ft Rico Nasty. </i><br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>The walk wasn’t to bad to her a short 15 minutes and could be 10 if she speed walked. Once on campus it was a clear difference in how moving day on campus was versus her apartment. Many more people and much more crowded. Looking around she bit her lip and wondered where the best place to start posting the fliers would be and her first though was the coffee shop.