My best friend Ellie just moved into a new apartment and the elevator wasn’t completely installed, so I could only wait in the lobby for her to pick me up. There were two doors that both needed cards to get in before reaching the elevator, and it made the thing more complicated. A couple who lives here swiped their card at the first door, so I just followed them into the building. The lobby was well-decorated, with numbers of linen sofas and a desk for building managers. While I was waiting, Ellie texted me: “Can you walk to the elevator? I’m wearing pyjamas right now, so don’t really want to go to the lobby.” 

I looked around to see if any resident was just coming in, but accidentally had a very short eye contact with one of the building managers. At this moment, a girl pushed the second door open. I got up immediately, trotting along after her while the door was slowly closing again. “I got in”, I texted Ellie. When I raised my head, I found that the building manager was standing next to me.

He appraised me with a suspicious eye. “Which floor are you going?” 

“I’m waiting for my friend to come down,” I answered. He looked at me like I did something wrong, and I just realised that I was a bit strange, since I always followed others to come in. 

“You should wait in the lobby,” he explained. During our conversation, the elevator finally opened.