GIRL:
DING! The door closes, and there you are...again. You are dressed with a blazer, displaying your business name. You have a clean cut shaven beard. Your hair is always gelled back, but by the end of the day whenever I have seen you in here; your hair appears to be slightly messy.
You look down at your phone, paying attention to nobody else around you.
Here I am, squished between two men who spit every time they speak to one another. I want to push them away from me, but you might turn around and think that I am impudent. That will be your first impression of me. You suddenly smile down at your phone. Who made you smile like that? Your friend? Your colleague? Your partner?
Argh! How come I cannot just say a simple "Hello." to you? Could it be because we are never in here alone? There are always people in here. There was that one time where there was another person in here, blocking my view of you.
You smile again. Whenever you walk in here, you are always smiling to someone. Someone who is not me.
DING! The door opens. You are the first to walkout. Now is my chance to try and greet you, but when I look up, you have just about disappeared into the distance.
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The Elevator
RomanceTwo people see each other everyday in an elevator in their building they work in. They have not said one word to each other before. Will they ever have the courage to speak to one another?
