No Boys Allowed
Leigh checked her reflection in the glass of the street door before pressing the button corresponding to the relevant flat. Her hair and makeup had survived the stuffy and crowded Tube journey, thankfully. She was eager to make a good impression on her potential flatmates—this was an exclusive area, and rooms didn’t come up too often.
After a second or two, the speaker crackled into life, and a female voice said, “Hello?”
“Hi,” she replied, “I’m here about the room. I’m Leigh.”
“Oh, hi! Come on up.”
The buzzer sounded, and Leigh quickly pushed the door open and went inside. She checked the sign on the wall showing which flats were where, and made her way up a flight of stairs and along a wide corridor, towards the one she was hoping to live in.
Soon, she was knocking
