I spent the night going from diner to diner and staying a few hours and moving on. I didn't want anyone kicking me out or calling the cops because I was only buying coffee and taking up space. I was dozing in between coffee refills and trying not to look like a homeless squatter.

I kept looking at my watch and the time crawled by. I read every ad in the paper three times or so and just waited for the time to pass.

Finally, it was 8am and I figured I should try to find this place now just in case I got lost. I flagged down a cab and got in.

"Hi, west 36th and 4th ave, please"

I said to the cabbie. He didn't say a word, he just started driving. The silence was creepy and I saw that he kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I was afraid I might end up in his basement.

I had never been in a cab before and it was pretty much how I imagined. It smelled like fried food and old cigarettes and the music the cabbie was playing wasn't in English. I just sat there and looked out the window, glancing at the cabbie every so often. Every time I did, he was looking at me in the rearview window. I couldn't wait to get to my destination.

We pulled up to a brick building and he just turned around and looked at me, he said nothing. He just stared at me, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his mustache hair was so long that it was hanging over his lips.

I noticed the fare and paid him. I over tipped him, mainly because I didn't want him to pick me up again and remember I was the person who under tipped. Safety first.

I got out and stood in front of the building. It was nicer than the last part of town I was in, but not upscale or anything. A regular building with regular looking people walking by. I felt a sense of relief that I didn't end up at a place where shifty people were sleeping on the steps.

 I felt a sense of relief that I didn't end up at a place where shifty people were sleeping on the steps

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I walked up the cement stairs and saw that there was a buzzer panel. I hesitated at first. I was contemplating turning around. Running down the sidewalk, finding a shelter, but I knew they would find me there. I glanced at the email from Steve and I saw that he mentioned it was apartment 16B. I pushed the button and heard a buzz. My heart jumped and I took a deep breath. I just prayed he wasn't a dirty, old man looking for a girl to take advantage of.

"Yeah?", a voice said through the intercom.

"Uh, yeah, hi. This is Gabe...here for the roommate ad...we emailed.", I responded.

"Oh...okay, yeah, come on up.", he said back to me.

He buzzed me in and the door clicked open. I made my way up the stairs and noticed the apartment numbers were all jumbled up. 2A was next to 11B and some numbers were painted on crudely as if a child did it. It gave me a bad feeling, but I kept walking. I heard a baby crying, a loud stereo playing salsa music, a dog barking.

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