Avery Farr Scenario II

Avery awoke the next morning to the sound of blaring car horns and the cooing of pigeons outside her hotel window. She got out of bed, called for room service, then sat down on the end of her bed and turned on the television. While waiting for her breakfast to arrive, Avery flipped through the channels.
Rap-tap-tap.
Avery got up to answer the door. It was room service with her breakfast. The bellhop, a young man of about twenty, rolled the cart of food into Avery’s room as she thanked him. After closing the door behind the bellhop, the delicious aroma of her breakfast, lured Avery over to the cart.
Avery sat and ate her breakfast, which as a matter of fact was the most delicious omelet she had ever tasted, while watching a program for tourists visiting New York. She thought that she would a little site-seeing before checking around for auditions. The Rockefeller Center in central Manhattan was a place Avery would definitely be going.
After taking a shower and getting dressed, Avery headed out the door of her room and into the hallway of the 26th floor. While in the elevator Avery noticed the bellhop that had delivered her breakfast.
“My omelet was delicious,” she blurted out. Feeling like a moron for even saying anything, Avery expected him to not reply. Or laugh. She would feel even more like an idiot if he laughed at her.
The bellhop was kind of cute. She hadn’t noticed before. He gave her a crooked smile and chuckled, “You know that I didn’t cook it right?”
Now Avery felt herself turning red. She felt even more ridiculous now. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear and nervously laughed.
“Y-Yeah I knew that,” She stammered nervously. She averted her eyes and focused on the steadily decreasing number above the door and the light tune of the elevator music. Once the elevator opened into the lobby, Avery rushed out the doors to avoid embarrassing herself any further. She hailed another taxi, easier this time, and was on her way to Manhattan.
Traffic on 5th Avenue was backed up, but of course in New York when wasn’t traffic awful. Avery sat in the back of the taxi staring out the window in wonderment. New York was much more than she had dreamed.
The smell of cigar smoke filled her nostrils as the taxi driver rolled his window down to smoke. Avery sighed and rolled her window down a little for some air while the driver yelled profanities out of his window at some pedestrians crossing in front of his car. She sighed and laughed to herself as she waited to arrive at her destination.
The cab rolled to the curb of 1250 Avenue of the Americas in Manhattan, the Rockefeller Center. Avery thanked the driver and paid her fare. She stood in front of the massive building’s fountain, which protruded the flags of several countries, in awe, wondering what she would see inside. She smiled, looked around, reveling in the thought of actually being in New York City, and then entered the building.