With her head held down, focused on her cell phone, she walked towards the front door of her building. She stopped on her way out to admire the classic architecture in the lobby, that made up most of her building. She smiled appreciatively as she looked at the tall ceilings and complicated geographical designs on the tiles. As Zoey stepped outside, she breathed in deeply. The smell of coffee, cars, dewey rain from early in the morning, and the various different types of ethnic cooking nearby in Pike Place Market filled her nose. Standing for a moment outside in the brisk, northwestern air, she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone and ear buds. She set off down her street and began listening to the pounding bass of EDM. As she idly listened, she went through her mental checklist of errands that she had to get done before the night.<br/>"New hula...converse...plates...call dad..."<br/>She reached the end of Pike and Fifth, and waited to cross the street. It was then she saw him. He was about her height with alabaster and flawless Korean skin. His eyes were covered by a thick pair of sunglasses, and his hair was twisted into silvery dreadlocks. Zoey felt herself staring at him a little too long, and blushed, then went back to staring at the cement below her. About midway through the street, she felt a hard knock on her sholder that nearly knocked her off balance.<br/>"Ouch! Goddamn!!" She exclaimed loudly.