The music in the car seemed switch of itâ€™s own accord going from pop to rock. Alyssa heaved a sigh as her nissan came to an abrupt stop because of a red light. Once the light turned green she drove up to a large garage pulling up next to a nearly destroyed mustang. Did the owner even think about getting it fixed? The car itself would cost a ton if it looked good. A guard stood with his arms folded like an angry mob man.<br/><br/>She yanked the keys out of the carâ€™s ignition happy that the Kesha song ended half way through the song. Her right hand opened the driver door while her left hand shoved the keys into her pocket. Truly an unconventional woman right there. This had to be the parking garage?<br/><br/>Her feet brought her to the guard and she paid him a good 30 bucks for his kind service. Or so she forced herself to believe. At the same time a small feeling of worry passed through her stomach but faded just as fast. A feeling that was often fleeting with her. Then made her way across the street to the designated consignment store that Jacob had mentioned.<br/><br/>The signage identified the store as â€˜Kassidy Konsingmentâ€™ a positive that she was at the right place. Her hands reached up knocking because it was only proper to knock before entering a store right?<br/><br/>At last her hands pushed the door open a feeling emerged of some sort of worry again but it was forever fleeting. â€œ Jacob , â€œ A smile passed her lips. â€œ I donâ€™t think febreze could cover whatever smell. Anyways iâ€™m here , i guess.â€ Then she noticed a few others in the room. â€œ Well iâ€™m Alyssa.â€