The second path

OSTRIL AS SHE STEPPED FOOT IN

to the box, snapping the lock in place. As she struggled with her heavy luggages, she grunted in disbelief. So, no one wanted to help her? She thought to herself as she began to reason which path would lead to her wing. To her left was a long row of rooms with wire meshed ropes for hanging clothes in front. The cemented pavement looked clean with no stray litter. She guessed that was wing a because she once heard they had a high neatness culture. Adjacent to wing a was a similar scenario. Only this time, there was a dustbin sporting trash which piled up to the extent that some were pouring on the ground, making the whole area look messed up. It was obvious that was wing b. To her right was a familiar display of stoves that were lined up as if there was an unseen competition. They were in different colors. Some were in shades of green, red, and even a dull yellow. Thankfully, there was no trash can in sight and the place looked somewhat presentable. She suspected it to be wing C. The rest wings were close to the main entrance and Ore had forgotten the route she followed in entering. She spat out in anger, "I need help someone." "No directions to take, " she muttered. As she was about retreating with her bags and baggage, someone tapped her lightly on the shoulder. Oreoluwa thinking it was the same douche that made fun of her earlier , made a sharp u-turn with a witty comment in mind. But, who she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. The beautiful chocolate skinned girl beamed at her from behind thick framed glas