He parked in a ‘Visitors’ spot in the lot behind Kirk’s building, then walked around to the front door. The list of names beside the buzzers was daunting but he finally found Kirk’s, pressed the button, and seconds later was rewarded by a buzz to let him into the lobby. As he waited for the elevator, he looked around at the granite floor and walls covered with delicately striped cream and wine wallpaper. A bit much, but classy compared to our lobby. The truth, since the lobby in his building had linoleum flooring and tan-painted walls. If Kirk’s apartment is as ritzy…
He found out it was, though not in the same way.