The moon was shining brightly over the manicured lawns of the building. Crickets chirped the night away as a lady dressed in white walked through the lawn.
She held her bag close to her waist, her head raised high. She wore black high heels that made clacking noises as she walked.
The lady was calm and composed, with a hat over her face. Covering it from the visage of the people around her. She didn't seem to mind the crowd, as they didn't mind her.
She continued down her path until she reached the door. Her manicured hand grabbed the door handle and pushed it open gently. There was urgency for her to get inside and get the night over with.
Her steady steps marched through the room. Avoiding all contact with the people in the building. Keeping her head down, she managed to get to the end of the corridor and took a left turn.