The three story building towers over you, the sunlight glinting off of the dark tinted windows, blocking any glimpse you might catch of people inside. When you walk through the glass doors, your met with a fair sized line, to your right were dark desks where both men and women sat in buisness atire, meeting with the city folk, setting up accounts, among other things. On your left was an elevator, acompanied by a set of stairs. Infront of it was what looked like a waiting area, a table against the front wall with a coffee maker, and some sugars and such, and next to it was a water machine, with cups ontop.
As you make your way to the front of the line you take notice of the grey walls, with advertisememts for various things, and the light wood floors beneath you, and the various ferns as you walk towards the tellers. In that waiting areasat a dark rug beneath the black leather couchest and chairs. A teller calls you over and greets you warmly behind the counter, behind her you could see a window leading to the drive thru area. Next to you was a glass bowl, like at every teller, full of lollipops and candies. Next to that ere a stack of flyers. The teller asks you what your here for, and does her best to help you with what ever you need.
Coral ridge Bank is the main branch, with a couple others dotting around town.
