Location: Gramercy Plaza Atp. 202<br/>Tag: Jasmine Calliwell<br/><br/>Sarah rolled the cigarette between her lips nervously, realizing in that moment just how thoughtless and reckless her actions were, as she was now ringing without warns nor emails nor a phone call to check if the apartment was still up for sharing or, for what she could knew, if said Jasmine was still alive; in that moment, time slowed down, setting a terrible and aguish-filled tempo, almost unreal as the people around the plaza kept walking, jogging and do generally pleasant activities while she was there, reeking of cigarette smoke, unruly copper hairs and the vague sensation that if nobody would answer the call she would probably have to spend a consistent sum of money in an hotel of sort. ...another call wouldn't hurt... *Bzzzz*<br/><br/>Her eyes almost transfixed the sleek steel surface of the buzzers "...come on... c'monc'monc'mon'com!" thought her, but just as she was about to sigh and turn her heels, the voice of a girl sounded from the device. <<Oh! h-hi! Uhm... uh... well... >> Sarah hated to speak without seeing the face with which she's speaking to, and the surprise of that answer made her unready to answer <<Ah... Hi, my name's Sarah Barkeley. I saw your ...uh... rommate advertisement online yesterday and... uh... well... yeah... i know that is... uhm... unpolite, i'd say, to just come here and buzz you but... uh... is.... hehe is that offer still... uh... up?>>