'6.30 in the morning, God why'. I said to myself as I looked in the elevator mirror. It could be worse, I was tired but at least my hair decided to work with me this morning. I was running my hand through my long blonde hair when a nudge to my knee pulled me from my thoughts. Staring into big brown eyes I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. On the floor wiggling his restless butt was my dog Harvey, the biggest, sweetest, goofiest French mastiff that ever existed. My smile quickly fell when I remember it was 6.30am and he was the reason I wasn't in my warm and comfy bed still fast asleep. By the time we got to the ground floor I was smiling again. As impatient as he was he couldn't hold still until the elevator door opened completely as he burst through the small gap. I only saw a flash of a green uniform before I was sent flying after him. 'Sorry he's got to go!' I called out to the person we just knocked over. I heard a chuckle and the softest voice saying 'it's okay'. As we went through the door I managed to turn around walking a couple of steps backwards and was met with the most sincere smile, honey brown eyes and.. GOD THAT UNIFORM! A pull on the leash made me realize I stopped dead in my tracks. Stunned. We held each others eyes for what seemed like ages but probably was only a split second. I heard the familiar 'ping' of the elevator and the doors started closing, those warm eyes disappearing. I could only smile, she smiled back and suddenly 6.30 on a Sunday morning wasn't so bad anymore. A/N Hey guys, I would like some honest opinions. Would you be interested in this story? I've never really written like this before and English isn't my first language so... yeah.