Yes. That goes simple.

Emma's eyes now fixed on the door she had emerged from, a glimmer of hope rising in her chest. She remembered the guest card reader mounted on the wall beside it, its sleek surface gleaming in the dim light of the parking lot. With shaking hands, she inserted her new key card, the plastic slipping slightly in her grasp. She held her breath, praying that the reader would accept her card, that the door would swing open and swallow her whole.

The reader beeped, a loud, shrill sound that made Emma jump. But then, the door clicked open, its mechanism releasing with a soft whoosh. Emma's heart soared as she slipped back inside, her hands still clutching her body. She felt like she was sneaking back into her own skin, trying to erase the humiliation of the past few minutes.

As she climbed the stairs, her bare feet made barely a sound on the carpeted steps. The soft pile muffled her footsteps, a gentle caress after the harsh, unforgiving asphalt of the parking lot. Emma's eyes fixed on the floor numbers, her mind racing with thoughts of her room, her sanctuary.