She was sitting in the lobby of the building
Underneath the stairs in a metal chair
And the boomerang tables were creaking
She was reading and ingesting apple cider
Despite the elevator chiming
This was one of her favorite places
Until a group with a bicycle became grating
She recognizes one of the faces
One of the patrons from the earsplitting pack
Was doing a celebrity impersonation
She recognized him and glared at his back
He was full of refined estimation
He was in her class a semester ago
He had a theory about every film and joke
Always heaving his judgment and ego
Her eyes rotating every time he spoke
She put her paperback down
As his voice was sidetracking her pages
She lets her calmness drown
Inside the stinging rages
Resting her hand on her left cheek to pout
Gazing out the massive glass entrance
Wishing she could break out
Knowing she was stuck in this disturbance
She saw people walking across the road cracks
In the fence of trees in composed motion
She wondered if they are coming to relax
Or to cause more precipitation
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