“Excuse me.”
“Hello.”
Hello, I wondered if that was meant to be rude or the beginning of a relationship.
“What floor?”
“Seventh”
Dumb question, the Seven is already shining meaning I have six floors to figure out if the greeting was in result of my impudent behavior or a date. She is now looking at me, but it seems she is looking through me, or above me. Should I turn? I do, and she looks away.
Five floors.
“Excuse me.”
“Hello.”
I hope he didn’t find that rude, I didn’t intend for it to be rude.
“What floor?
I thought I felt that I pressed seven. “Seventh.”
I feel him at my side. I wonder what he looks like.
One bump passed, five floors left.
She looks at me again. We are at the third floor so I decide to catch her stare. She is looking at my shirt. God, I knew I should have worn a different shirt. Fourth floor, and she looks down as if she was feeling the movement.
He smells handsome. The third bump passes and I can sense him looking at me, so I look up and wonder if he is thinking of me. Fourth floor.
Fifth.
Six.
Seventh floor and the doors open, she hesitates as she steps forward and touches the door’s frame. What if she wants me to go with her? What if this girl is it? She looks down and walks away slowly as if she is disappointed. Should I say something? Should I follow her?
The elevator stops as I start to walk the twenty-two steps to my door. I hold on to the door to make sure I won’t trip and make a fool of myself. As I count the steps, I hear a familiar voice behind me.
