<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b3/a6/35/b3a635282bf0c1135b15aa6cd3284e2e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12372015#msg12372015)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco | Aug. 3rd, 2017 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xavier | Closed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/10/1e/ae/101eae1a20e826a75c014a1e7e38c978.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>The surprise of a lifetime<br/><hr/>It had been her day off yesterday and as usual she had made the choice to go out rather than spend an evening at home. She had paid for that choice when she woke up around noon with a raging headache. Despite the pounding in her head she managed to whip up her grandmother's hangover remedy. It was foul but it had always worked for her and every Chamberlain from her great great great grandfather Ellis to her sister Taylor swore by it. She wished she could spend the rest of her day lounging about the apartment and watching Netflix but the bills had to be paid and so she had no choice but to drag her ass off the couch and into the shower.<br/><br/>A few hours later she was outside her apartment, locking the front door before she set off for the elevator. She stood tapping her foot as the rickety old thing made its slow ascent to the fifth floor. It would have been there sooner if it wasn't for the damn kid that lived down the hall who enjoyed pressing all the buttons. The child gave her a perfectly innocent smile despite her accusatory glare, "Don't think I won't tell your mamma you were playing with the elevator again."<br/><br/>The boy shrugged off the threat. They both knew that she wouldn't. Sarah wasn't about to go out of her way to inform the boy's mother of his asinine little pranks. This was the city not her hometown of Covington. Back home she could have easily told his parents and the child would have been scolded almost instantly before receiving a quick smack upside the head. In the city people didn't talk to one another. People didn't know much about their neighbours and rarely bothered to. Everyone was a stranger and as such, it was easier to live a quieter life without interference. The trade off was that is was a much lonelier existence. The ever pressing feeling of having no one sometimes pushing Sarah towards the direction of the bottle. Either that or towards the club which she would attend with friends that she didn't really like and whose company she often grew tired of within the hour.<br/><br/>Reaching the lobby she walked past the mailboxes, passing a man who had just entered the building. She stopped for a moment.<em>Could it be?</em>She began to turn around to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her or if it really was him.