Good thing the elevator was fast... when it was working.
Fourth floor.
Nobody here asked for the fourth floor.
And the doors knew it too as they didn't open one bit.
And yet they were stuck here.
"What the hell..." Mark said as he stared at the number above the doors.
"What is it ?" asked the highschooler before the realization hit him "oh, you're not going to the fourth floor. And neither do I."
"No shit Sherlock."
"I'm not supposed to know where you are going."
Mark was about to apologize when his phone buzzed, again.
"Yes. No. I'm still at work. Yes. Sorry, I can't make it tonight either. Don't wait for me and just go to bed when you are sleepy, okay ? Yeah, bye."
Maybe the other guy didn't mean to stare but he was.
"You're not at work."
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FanfictionMark knew he should have taken the stairs. //another short story-//