Krissy goes out into the city

After her shower, Krissy felt halfway decent again. She found her clothes in a pile on the floor next to her backpack. Putting her clothes on made her feel marginally more safe in this strange place.

That done, she looked around the room. There wasn't much that seemed like it would be useful. John hadn't left anything behind except for a scrap of paper on the table. She picked it up and read what he had scribbled on it with the hotel pen. It had nothing but his first name and a phone number on it.

Krissy crumpled it into a ball and through it on the ground in anger. Standing there in the empty room, Krissy thought about her options, and after a moment, she slowly reached down and picked it back up. Reluctantly, she put the scrap of paper in her backpack. She wasn't ever going to call that man, not after what he did to her last time, right?

Angry at herself for even letting that thought cross her mind she stormed out of the room and into the morning air. It was bright and sunny outside. Squinting against the light, the noise and smell of the city hit her all at once. It was a busy place, full of people, very different from her small town, and that was a good thing. She'd hated that place. The more different this place was, the better.

Shouldering her backpack, Krissy walked out into the city, determined to find a job and start her new life.

Where does she start looking?