She was in no hurry, as she laid her eyes beneath the mask to where her location was marked. She took each step that made a silent tapping sound, from the bottom of her shoes. Nothing distracted her. None of the elderly folks, searching for aid from the young crowd, broke her focus. She casually minded her own business, once her pale hand reached the freezing cold, golden handle of the door. Pushing it inward, so that the smell of the building she would enter, had met her nose. She walked through the wooden flooring of this building of average size, in order for her body to traverse through the brown tables that were occupied by customers. Cadmus stopped at her tracks, when she made her destination.
The index and thumb of her finger located on the right hand, met her chin as she browsed through the jobs she's interested in. When she finished picking the job she wanted. She was struggling to reach the paper at first, like a child trying to reach for the jar of cookies.
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