You stride in like the space and everything in it belongs to you.
You walk into the room oblivious about everything and everyone but the purpose for which you came.
You walk in, adjusting your ill-fitting clothes.
You walk in, shy and self-conscious, looking down, until you almost trip over something.
You walk in flaunting it, cause you know you’ve got it.
You walk in like a CIA agent, unnoticed and invisible.
How do you walk into a room?