Shriveled Roses

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the elevator stopping abruptly at the 14th floor. It was the coder's floor so he expected a young intern or technician but who stepped into the elevator had Asher fuming.
Ash brown hair, half pulled up into a smooth bun and the other half hung in loose curls falling past her ears. Calculating hazel eyes scanned over Asher as the lady's lips curved up into a sly smirk.