Emma stuck her head out of the second story window as I walked up. They buzzed me into the lobby. It smelled terrible. It always smelled like farts, but that probably has more to do with the garbage storage behind a door.
The elevator was tiny. It could hold 3 people, and it was very cozy, but there's no way it could hold 4. The stairs were an almost worse option. They wound a square up around the elevator shaft, and they were almost so narrow that my shoulders touched on both sides. Any smaller and they would be claustrophobia inducing. The corners were tight too. They were on those Euro timer systems where if you took too long in the stairs, the lights went out. If I want to develop a phobia, I know where to go.
