"Shit."
Tanner's eyes opened and the blonde was immediately disappointed in what she saw. She had only nodded off for a few moments, it was hard not to when placing oneself in a state of pure relaxation, though clearly the other tenants cared little mind, from the sound of barking animals to footsteps on the stairs and idle conversations. The so-called Oddballs were going about their routine. And there was Tanner, flat on her back, grass stains no doubt sticking to her back. She didn't know how much time had passed, only that it was far too little and that she had had enough of lounging outside. That might send the wrong impression, that she was free to mingle and make nice with the others.
Making nice involved questions.
Tanner did not want to answer any questions apart from "Pickup or delivery?" when she ordered take out.
Why had she come out here in the first place? As she stood up, brushing blades of grass from her clothing she thought back. Right. The mail. She was concerned about the mail, specifically her mail. But there were too many people out and about, too many possibilities for people to see her mail, to see the manilla envelope that was supposed to arrive today.
"Shit," Tanner said again, kicking at the grass. "Shit shit shit."
She would wait. Of course she would. They would be on their way eventually, and then no harm done. Tanner, keeping her head pointed downwards, began walking back towards her wing of the floor. The last thing she wanted to do was make eye contact with anyone. Maybe if she hurried she could make it to her apartment without anyone stopping her.