Say Please
She looked up and down the street then down at the piece of paper in her hand. This seemed to be the right address but the nondescript door had no number or company name.
The dark reflective surface of the door offered an opportunity to check her appearance. Pleased with what she saw she pushed back a few stands of hair. A buzzer to the left of the door caught her eye. She reached out an index finger and pressed the button.
“Yes”? A female voice startled her. She looked around for the speaker somewhat flustered but none was to be seen, feeling slightly foolish she leaned toward the buzzer “Uh I have an appointment for two o’clock”.
“Your name please” came the prim response. She looked at the paper again “uh…Aquitaine”? She wondered once again why he had booked in another name. With a voice that she was sure carried a hint of a smile the woman announced “please come in”.