Literature
Portal - 100 Themes - Name
The vagrant pulled off her hood as she stepped into the lobby, smoothing back her ponytail and dusting off her pullover in a hopeless attempt to make herself a little more dignified. She was not, as most people would be, taken aback by the vast scope of the place; rather, she ignored its clean, white walls and heightened ceilings. She strode confidently past all the portraits and pictures of Doctor So-And-So or Professor Whoever, ignoring them all in lieu of the reception desk at the far end of the lobby.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist, a young, bored-looking man with a highly-manicured coif and a narrow black tie, folded his hands