Here you go, bro :P
*Ding*
The elevator door silently slid open, allowing a young woman to enter the elevator. Harry shrunk back, hoping the girl wouldn’t recognize him, but she didn’t give him a second glance.
Harry peered at her curiously, taking in her features; her long black hair pulled to the side in a casual but somehow professional braid, a high waisted, flowy, black skirt reaching just above her knee, a plain, tight-fitted white shirt with lace detailing along the breadth of her shoulders tucked into the skirt.
“Can I help you with something,” she asked pointedly, her dark brown, almost black eyes staring in to his own green ones. He was taken aback by her suddenness, after being lost in thought. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring for as long as he had been.
“Oh, um, sorry n-no…” he stuttered, mentally cursing himself.
The girl smirked, realizing that he was flustered because she caught him staring. She decided she would mess with him a little.
“Oh, is that so?” she said, taking a step closer to Harry, making him stumble back into the wall as he wasn’t expecting that from her. Because of the sleek black heels she wore, she was just about his height, and it scared him a little, to be honest.
“I-uhh uh yeah, I um was, uh, well,” Harry continued to stutter, intimidated by the girl’s confident presence. She couldn’t help it any longer, though. She grinned, stepping back, before bursting into a fit of laughter. Harry stared at her, a bit confused, and still, he realized, pressed up against the wall of the elevator.
“I’m Michelle,” the girl introduced herself, still fighting to contain her laughter. “Sorry, just wanted to have a little fun is all, didn’t think you’d get that flustered,” she joked.
Harry blushed, before taking this opportunity to regain his dignity and bring out his cheeky side.
“You wanted to have some fun, eh?” he asked, backing her into one corner of the elevator and trapping her by putting a hand on the wall right next to her head. Now it was Michelle’s turn to look shocked.
“I, well, um, y-you s-see,” she faltered, evading his eyes.
Harry let out a throaty chuckle and stepped away from her, messing with his signature curls with one of his large hands, before pushing them to the side. He noticed her eyes focused intently on his curls and it was his turn to smirk.
“I’m Harry,” he said, with his deep, low voice.
She looked away before responding, “Yeah, um, I-I know.”
Harry raised his eyebrow at her, not necessarily surprised at being recognized, but surprised by the confidence she had held against him, even while she was aware that he was famous.
They both stopped to think about how this elevator seemed to take forever to get to its destination.
“Why are you so dressed up?” Harry asked suddenly, not wanting to lose conversation with the girl.
“Oh,” she replied, looking down at her outfit. “I’m going out with some of my friends from med school.”
Harry stared at the girl, as she gave her shy response.
“Well, you look very nice,” he stated.
She turned her head quickly, but not quick enough for him to miss the slight blush of her cheeks.
“Thanks,” she murmured, looking somewhat uncomfortable before swiftly composing herself, returning to her confident demeanor.
“You want to, like, meet—” Harry blurted, unable to catch himself until later in the sentence.
“What?” Michelle asked, curious to if he really was asking what she thought he was asking.
“I, uh-h, um, n-never m-mind…” he muttered, looking down, embarrassed that he couldn’t even ask out the beautiful girl; he didn’t even have the courage to ask for her number. What was up with him? He couldn’t even sort out his thoughts in her presence. Little did he know, he had a similar affect on her.
*Ding*
The elevator doors finally slid open, after what had seemed like forever, even though it had only been a couple minutes.
Michelle stepped out of the elevator, stopping herself from looking back at Harry, afraid she would do something rash if she looked at him again.
The elevator doors began to close, as Harry watched her receding figure. He mentally smacked himself for being so stupid. He’d finally found a girl who would treat him normally, and he was about to let her go. As the reality hit him, he shoved his hands against the doors, keeping the elevator from shutting.
“WAIT!”
Michelle turned, a smile tugging at her lips as Harry jogged up to her. She had every intention of seeing him again, and she noticed that he seemed to be thinking the same.
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