No Exit To (II)
II. Through the Eyes of Someone Else Wednesday, May 22 nd , 2019 The scatterbrain of a leasing agent that showed me around decided to wait until the end of the tour to inform me the room wasn’t available anymore; it was mid-process of being leased out as we spoke on that porch. I bit the inside of my cheeks, exhaled a frustrated sigh. She had wasted my time. I wanted to lash out but didn’t because it wasn’t worth it. “We have a waitlist. I-I can put your name down, if you’d like.” Batting those cute doe-like eyes at me was pointless on her part. I was aware of what the leasing agent was doing. Damage control. The frustrated anger on my face was clearer than the moon on a night without clouds. Being able to mask my emotions wasn’t my best skill. “Don’t worry about it.” I declined the suggestion, huffing. It wasn’t the end of the world. I would just look elsewhere. The woman received a begrudging thank you for her time. I immediately headed for m...