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The narrator describes their experience as an intern in a chaotic and unfamiliar office environment, feeling isolated amidst the bustling crowd. They observe their surroundings with a sense of anxiety, but find a moment of connection when they approach a fellow intern wearing a vibrant yellow scarf. This interaction transforms their perception of the office, making the noise and chaos feel more welcoming and invigorating.

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The narrator describes their experience as an intern in a chaotic and unfamiliar office environment, feeling isolated amidst the bustling crowd. They observe their surroundings with a sense of anxiety, but find a moment of connection when they approach a fellow intern wearing a vibrant yellow scarf. This interaction transforms their perception of the office, making the noise and chaos feel more welcoming and invigorating.

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Describe being on your own in a new place: (350-450)

Unfamiliarity lingered in the air amongst the chatter of the other interns. Several
shoulders brushed past mine, yet none looked back. The hustling chaos was almost
suffocating, and the office itself was a labyrinth-- hard to navigate through. My brown
eyes shifted across the room catching fragments of various expressions, focused and
indifferent. Heavy silence clung to the air despite the chitter, almost fragile enough to
be broken by a breath. I huddled in a corner near the coffee machine as the potent,
headache-inducing aroma of bitter cacao beans loitered on my tongue.

My eyes scanned the room in hopes of building up the courage to approach someone.
A crack in the polished wooden floor stood out to me like a flaw unnoticed. Footsteps
stomped over it in a constant rythm, yet its position remained stagnant. Above it lay a
sea of office supplies flooding the countertop. The noise of the supplies on the edge
scraping amongst the ancient, flaking wood, producing a hurtful cacophony. A gust of
wind whipped against my face and flecks of hair blinded my vision.

The jagged corners of the table dug into my skin as my gaze settled on a large
gathering. They effortlessly spoke, words flowing between them and conversing
amongst each other as i anxiously flicked my nails. I noticed a faint gray scarf,
complementing its surroundings, wavering below in the crowd like the second hand on a
clock waiting for its turn.

I glanced in the corner of my eye as hues of vibrant yellow, accentuating the dull
surroundings, flashed my vision. Her eyes flickered across the room as she clutched
onto her files. The blinding yellow was a beacon of hope and the hesitant stance like a
mirror. It was like a beam of bright light encouraging some kind of movement, and so I
built up the courage to approach her, and to my relief, resulted in an actual
conversation.

The deafening silence had become faint, and the chatter, initially nerve-racking,
sounded like joy as I took part in it. The tiny distractions had become nonexistent as the
lingering, delicate fragrance of the coffee rested on my tongue. An untainted breeze
brushed past my skin as I inhaled the brisk, revitalizing air awakening all senses. The
radiating warmth of the coffee against my palm was comforting

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