"Wait !"
"The hell..." Mark muttered as he opened his eyes again only to see a short young man running towards him. Instinctively he stopped the doors with his hand, he was tired but not enough to be a douchebag who couldn't wait five seconds more to go home.
"Thank you !" the runner energetically started as he settled in the opposite corner, "I'm so late and tired and sweaty, god I had to run all the way here."
Mark didn't bother to answer, it wasn't his problem after all and he had done his part of the deal. Plus, there was nothing more to say and he had never been good with adolescents which was what that young one was according to his school uniform. Good thing the elevator was fast.
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FanfictieMark knew he should have taken the stairs. //another short story-//
