You pressed up
I pressed down
We waited and waited
Yet on twelve, it slowed down
"It sucks to be level eighteen."
He said with a smile and chuckled
I nodded and returned it with a grin
Looking down to see bruises visible on his knuckles
We made eye contact
And two flushed cheeks were seen
The longer we waited
the more my curiosity cave in
I opened my mouth
but it was too late
The doors opened
and you went in
Our eyes locked once more
and my heart started to flutter fast
I wished I pressed down before
"I'm unit 1804. If you were about to ask."
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