Finally Akiva is here! But where is here?

Broken up frames of an iPhone on the contact screen that says 'Dad'. "You have reached the voicemail box of-" CALL ENDED. "You have reached the voicemail box of-" CALL ENDED."You have reached the voicemail box of-" CALL ENDED. A girl with dark, choppy hair wearing a green corduroy jacket and grey knit shirt lays on a clean tile floor, calling her dad over and over. "You have reached the voicemail box of-" AKIVA: "FUCK!!!" A receptionist glares at her over the white counter as she sits up and yells. RECEPTIONIST: "Miss, do you need help finding the door?" AKIVA: "Sorry. I'm leaving."