Mad Love

Part 2~ The Wierd Day

"Listen Pamela...."
I began, but she rudely cut me off. I swear people need to get rid of this habit it's pissing me off.
"Look Harleen I know I can't stop you from going there. I know you won't listen to my advise. I know your gonna push my limit til' I'm on board with this idea because even if I have only known you for 5 minutes I can judge your character easily so I give up."
She raises her smooth hands up to her head in a hand motion confirming her 'I give up' speech.
"Thanks Pamela. Well I should get going it's been a pleasure to meet you. I hope we see each other again!"
I return my smile to its natural state and hug her. It's so weird I feel like I could have known her forever.
"Goodbye darling"
She slips something into my hand before she walks away from the mailboxes towards the elevators.
She slips inside of one of the steel boxes and blows me a kiss as the elevator doors shut. After she left it felt as if I had been snapped back into reality. A heavy fog was lifted from my head and my surroundings got returned to their original colors. It was as if she had brought life back to the black and white world of Gotham. Still in a small daze I slip into an elevator too. I was not alone in this elevator as a tall handsomely structured man was standing in the corner. I leaned over to press the 6 button on the elevator only to see the number six surrounded by a soft orange light. Apparently we both live on floor 6, but that doesn't explain why I have never seen him before. I look in the partly scratched elevator mirror to see he is starring at me. Picking up enough courage I turn around around and address the situation I am now in. Apparently I am becoming very popular in my community. I stick my perfectly manicured hand out in front of me and decide to introduce myself.
"Hi I'm Harleen Quinnzel! Lovely to meet you"
He roughly grabs my hand and replies in a deep throaty voice.
"Floyd. Floyd Lawson. And The pleasure is all mine. Might I add you are quiet lovely"
I must have been as red as the jokers smile. No one has ever called me lovely...well besides him. Ahhhh Bernie Bash my high school crush. He died over a side of mashes potatoes. That explained why the letters stopped coming. That's when I shut everyone out and dove into my work. It helped ease the pain. Just thinking about it opens up an already healing flesh wound. Maybe one day I will write a book about my life when my career launches. Mentally shaking my head of those thoughts I turn back just in time to hear the elevator ding.
"Have a good day Floyd!"
I smile and give a little wave as I start walking to my apartment.
I fumble in my purse trying to find my keys. My hand finally connects to the cold metal chain and I insert the key into the slot. With a satisfying click I open my creaky door. Now we wait.