Athena's knuckles were a pale white as she watched the movers carry a large table up the stairs into her apartment. It was the one big item she had brought from Indiana. She wasn't even sure why. There were such beautiful, intricate carvings in it and it was simply too hard to leave behind. "Please be careful. It's old" she spoke out as nicely as she could. 

	"Look lady, it has to weigh like 300 lbs. Do you want it careful or do you want it upstairs?" Athena was always told west coast people were nice. She hadn't seen much of that so far, but it had only been a couple of days. She quietly moved out of the way, sitting down on a chair anxiously. A loud bang brought her back to her feet, and running over to the stairs. A hole the size of a baseball had been punched into the wall.
	
	"Seriously! I don't have the money to fix that! Come on guys." She had moved from frustration to anger. The two guys cursing under the 
breath as they continued their carry. Eventually they made it to the top, and into her apartment. She ran her fingers across the designs on the top of the table. They were so strange. The table was in tact, so she ushered the guys out the door. "You put a hole in my wall, don't expect a tip." With that, they made their way out. 

	Frustrated, and now hungry, Athena decided it would be best to leave the apartment for a bit. She gathered a notebook and a pen, and headed downstairs to the butcher shop just next door. She was surprised how busy it was, but it gave her time to dissect the menu and figure out what she wanted. Eventually, she got her sandwich and a drink, and found a small table in the front corner of the room. Sitting down, her eyes began to bounce around the room taking in all of her fellow diners. People watching was a favorite activity of hers. She opened her notebook, writing a few words here and there to avoid the suspicion, and just watched.