It was a red brick block, with no decoration. Marsha liked nice architecture, and she never got a thrill looking at the building in which she lived.
Inside it was all straight, blocky lines as well. So, she tried to make her interior decoration as nice as possible.
She leaned against the glass entrance door. She watched Frank walk up the concrete path to her.
She started to laugh. Frank looked at her curiously.
"What are you laughing about?" Frank asked her when he got up to her.
"You." Marsha said to him, giggling rather impolitely in his face.
"What's so funny about me?" Frank said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.
"Oh, you just looked so funny carrying that purse on your hand as you came up the path. It seemed so fitting to you, despite the fact that you're such a jock." Marsh
