Not without an ID

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't give you a key if you can't prove your identity." the woman said. Makoto's face fell.

"D-don't you have pictures of tenants or something?" Makoto asked.

"Unfortunately, there was a recent system malfunction that erased a lot of data." she answered. "I can check, but-"

"Please!" Makoto yelled again by accident. The woman nodded and started furiously typing at the computer next to her. Makoto's fear of someone coming in increased with every agonizing second until-

"I'm afraid I don't see you in here, so-" the woman stopped, and Makoto lost it. She whipped out from behind Akira and ran up to the woman. She grabbed onto her collar and got in her face.

"Please! There has to be something else I can do!" Makoto yelled. It took a second for her to notice the woman's fearful eyes looking down...at her exposed chest. Her face flushed and she let go quickly turning to Akira, who had been obviously looking at her ass. His eyes shot over her body for the split second before she quickly ran back behind Akira in shame.

"I-I'm sorry..." Makoto said.

"I-It's fine." the woman said. "I...understand your problem, but I just can't."

Makoto sighed and pulled Akira away until they were up against the wall. "Now what?" she asked.