“What? That I’m right?” He sneered.

“Is that, is this the right stop?” She replied, pretending that he was wrong and turning her head away with sass.  

It was the right stop, and we made our way off the tram and walked down a block to 132 records.

“Who the hell named this? It’s the shittest record company name I have ever seen!” Ocatvia laughed. 

“Are you saying that because you know it’s Dave or are you actually genuinely displeased?” I asked as Alex and I wandered in through the revolving door. Octavia stood outside and stared at it, 

in wonder,

in fear 

and in confusion.

“What’s your problem?” Alex called with a laugh as we exited once again, much to the receptionists amusement.

“What. 

The.

SHIT.” 

Octaiva said, keeping her eyes glued to the door, mouth dropped open.   

“Have you never seen a revolving door before?” Alex snickered.  

“I've seen revolvers, but not doors that revolve.” She said in complete awe.

“Oh, that's right, you grew up on that farm,” I said with a chuckle. I’ve known that revolving doors have existed since as long as I can remember, but finding someone nearly as old as me who is befuddled by it was kind of awesome. 

“Well c’mon, it’s not rocket science,” Alex said as he grabbed Octavia by the arm roughly. He shoved her into the direction of the door and she immediately stumbled forward a couple of steps and headbutted the glass window to the left of the door.

Alex let out a loud laugh as she took a step back and put her hand to her nose.

“Now we’re even, bitch.” He said as he walked past her through the doors and proceeded to talk to the chuckling receptionist.  I wandered towards Octavia, but she didn’t look pissed. I knew this wasn’t the end, and a war had started.

“Are you alright?” I asked as she shook her head slightly to reorient herself.

“Yeah, fine. I can’t see glass too well.” She said with a chuckle. She took her glasses off and turned them around to examine them. 

“Aw yeah, indestructible baby,” She said with a smile as she slid them back onto her face. She followed me through the door, taking in the surreal moment. As we entered Alex was explaining his growing bruises to the receptionist.