The Quiet Room has 8 desk cubicles, a door, and a light on a timer. I have to move every couple of minutes or the lights go out. It over looks the 4th floor and massive foyer. There have been only a few visitors in here today:
- the student I’ll refer to as “Jay”. Waist-length dreds. Bag full of technology. Came in here to charge some devices. Drummed his fingers to some beat while waiting.
- another student I’ll call “Monica”. Studious. Glasses. Lots of technology in her bag too. Looked stressed. She was in and out pretty fast. Someone should tell her she’s too young to look that close to a breakdown.
- Big Daddy. His words, not mine. Easily 350 lbs. Enough cologne to strangle a rat. I’m bigger than a rat so I managed to breathe. Made 5 phone calls. Told his peeps he was “in the office”. He’s in real estate and meeting some people down here today.
- Students C & D. Came in for a second, gagged on the lingering cologne fumes left by Big Daddy, and opted for the next room down. My chest is caving in so I might join ’em.