This apartment is quite telling based on some people that live there, and let us not forget the leasing office management team. On my way there, I was looking for the leasing office but did not know where to go. I spotted some tenants exiting through the back entrance and assumed it was the main door. Downtown flats typically include a telephone box at the entryway where you can contact the leasing office to gain access to the complex. When I ask the renters who are outdoors with their pets seeking help, none of them bother to aid me, nor do they look my way while talking. An older adult couple crossed the street so quickly that it appeared I intended to cause harm. When I eventually arrived at the office, there was a gentleman sitting at the table, as well as a lady caring for a couple with a child. I was waiting for my turn, smiling and excited to talk to one of them after they were finished, despite the racist gaze and criticism from outside. When the gentleman noticed me and asked, "How may I help you?" I replied, "I'm looking for a 1 and 1. Do you have anyone coming soon?" He reacted dismissively, as if I couldn't afford to stay here. His reaction was chilly and irritated, claiming that the next one would be available within the following 60 days. "Excellent; I'm planning to move in around May or June," I replied. He sighed and said, "You can check online for any information." I felt out of place, so before I left, I politely said, "May I please have your business card?" Once again, he assessed my situation and added, "You can check up online for any information because there are only 2/2 available at the moment," but in a more annoyed tone. Smiling in disbelief finally acknowledged that, as a woman with a dark complexion, I was a racial judge. Mind you, I'm a computer scientist studying software engineering. Sadly, I admit that I felt shamed, embarrassed, let along teary trying to figure out where I went wrong.