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Molly trotted to the building where her agent's office was located. She stopped under the overhang of the building and shook her bright red umbrella up and down, sending a spray of water droplets everywhere. A few passerbys who had been splashed paused to glare at her, and she stuck out her tongue in response. Childish, she knew, but she had just been through a grueling day of rehearsal. The fact that her brand new black boots were pinching her toes wasn't helping much either. She had worn them today because they looked great with her shiny red raincoat, but unfortunately, she hadn't had time to break them in yet. Molly tugged at one boot and then jerked her umbrella closed. Turning, she was about to go into the building when she saw a man staring intently at the building. "Wow, someone who looks like he feels even worse than I do," Molly thought. Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what could possibly have caused the man to look so forlorn and almost afraid. Maybe it had something to do with the building. Perhaps someone was about to jump off the roof. Now that was a scary thought. Pulling her hood over her raven hair, Molly stepped back out into the rain and looked up. Nope, no jumper. "Well, there couldn't be two people who are having a worse day than me," Molly thought. Still, she didn't see what about the building could have captured the man's attention. It looked just as it did every other day--gray and drab with its steel framework. Molly knew it was just as boring inside, having had to come so often. She shrugged, looked at the man one last time, and then strode into the building.