Location: Gramercy Plaza Atp. 202<br/>Tag: The person buzzing me out of my bathtub<br/><br/>“Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap…” Jasmine did a running slide across the hardwood floors, her small bare feet skidding over the slick surface. Wet and dripping with a fluffy black bath towel wrapped around her slight body she raced through her living room. She had been so relaxed in the hot bubbly bath water. Water filling the tub as high as she could get it so she could float with her head resting on a folded towel, letting all the stress of her worries evaporate along with the steam in the gorgeous bathroom.<br/><br/>Thankfully she had just been soaking and her hair was up on top of her head. Yes it looked like a wild, out of control birds nest, but it was a dry one! If she had been washing her long hair, she would still be battling to get the mess wrapped up enough to exit the tub.<br/><br/>When the doorbell screeched it’s alarm she rushed out of the tub and ran for the buzzer. She was breathless by the time she made it to the intercom button, frantically thinking who the heck could be buzzing her. Maybe it was a salesman or some kids just causing trouble.<br/><br/>“Hello?” she leaned close to the little round grid, her hand firmly on the knotted terry cloth between her supple breasts. Water still dripping from her fair skin, wet footsteps showing evidence of her path from the bathroom. “Can I help you?”