BOY:
MORNING:
DING! The door opens. I see you standing right to the back. You quickly look down at your feet. I notice your shoes are torn. Why are you not wearing new shoes? I look up to those beautiful eyelashes, combined with your strawberry hair. You look up, but I turn my head around and watch the door closing.
My sister is busy babbling in my ear, talking about next week's family brunch, but all I can think of is... you. Those rosy cheeks, those full lips and your eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
Believe me...I want to turn around and look at you. I want to greet you, but my sister will ask me why I am talking to you. She can be quite loud in a small space. I hope you don't think my sister is my girlfriend. She is adopted and doesn't have any resemblance of me, but she is not my girlfriend.
My head is spinning. I need to talk to you. I turn around...
DING! The door opens. Here is my chance, but it is too late. My sister grabs my arm and I am hauled out. I glance nervously for you, but you are nowhere to be seen amongst the other people.
AFTERNOON:
DING! The door opens and I see you. My eyes light up, but I immediately frown. You have black patches around your eyes. Have you been crying?
I want to ask if you are okay, but there are those two men again who are spitting as they speak. I want to stand beside you, but there is no space. The only space available is standing behind you.
I want to know why you look upset. Did you get fired from your job today?
You still look beautiful with the tear spots on your face.
That is it. I am going to talk to you. DING! The door opens, and you dash out.
YOU ARE READING
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?
