As Lesta closed and locked the door to her apartment, her landlord was standing outside his own door looking at her.<br/><br/>"What is it Bob?" She asked, walking past him.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">"Your rent." </span>He said.<br/>"Paid it." She yelled.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#400000">"Don't remember that." </span>He yelled back.<br/>"You were drunk!" She yelled again, nearing the front doors of the apartment building.<br/><br/>She walked down the street, to her car. She opened the door to the drivers seat. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, she started up the car. She started driving down the street, letting the wind blow through her hair, making her way to her job.