GIRL:
MORNING:
DING! You are the first person I notice. You are standing in the corner this time. It looks like you have those two men spitting on you. I know the feeling. Your eyes are on me, but I quickly turn around. Unfortunately more people enter, so I am pushed back and now I am forced to look in your direction. You do not look at me this time, but I do. You are smiling. I smile too. You look at me, but I quickly look at the ceiling. You probably saw me with make-up smudged around me eyes. You probably thought I was crying. If only my colleagues did not accidentally spill water on my face...he tripped over his chair and the water flung onto my face.
I look your way and I am caught in your stare. You look at me...up and down...and you curl your lips up into a smile which reaches your eyes. I blink. You are smiling at me? I smile back.
I raise my hand to wave...DING! I jolt to the noise. The doors open. I try to leave when you walk out, but my colleague calls my name.
AFTERNOON:
BOY:
DING! The doors open. I immediately notice there is no one. You are not there. You are usually here. Although it is earlier. I shrug and enter because I need attend a meeting. The doors close and I am left with the music playing softly, which I rarely hear anymore.
Suddenly the doors stop by a hand which emerges from the outside. I jump. I recognize that hand...it's you!
You are in dressed in a beautiful dress. You look elegant and your hair is not tied up this time. Your hair is down and it looks breathtaking. You smile at me, and I smile back.
The doors close and I realize there is no one else here.
This is my chance. At long last. I can speak to you without anyone's eyes darting our way.
I turn to face you, but you also turn to face me. As if you knew I was going to look at you. We both smile, and I start to speak.
"So...Do you come here often?" My eyes look to the ceiling. Good going you idiot.
You burst out laughing and reply. "Well I think it safe to say that I have not been here before alone...with you." She bats her beautiful eyes.
I chuckle.
DING! We exit at the same time and smile as we look back to the empty elevator.
THE END.
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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?
