Deflated Balloon

Lucia, not wanting trouble, tried to ignore him and move on. She retorted, "No, I'm just returning from work. Excuse me."

Smirking, he continued, "Work? What kind of work do you do? You're always out late.

'Can't this old man just mind your goddamn business.' She thought 

Lucia sighed, almost rolling her eyes, "Mr. Anderson, I really don't have the energy for this right now. Can we talk some other time? Good night, Mr. Anderson." Without waiting for his reply, she hurried to her apartment's door. Fumbling with her key, she opened it, stepped inside, and flicked on the light switch. 

The cozy living room greeted her. She closed and locked the door, then walked to the couch, collapsing on it like a deflated balloon.