SA 2

You make it all the way to the elevator without stumbling once. You count that as a victory. Pressing the call button, you wait for the carriage to arrive.

All of your muscles tense at the sound of a door opening and closing down the hall. Of course people are going to see you like this, but a part of you is still embarrassed for it to be so soon. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch the emerging figure.

A man dressed in a nice suit, clearly headed for some sort of professional dinner meeting or something, stops dead as he turned your way. Hurriedly, you shift your eyes towards the metal doors before you, well aware of the warm flush crawling down to your chest.

A second later, his footsteps echo through the corridor, the man approaching where you stand. As he comes to a halt, he also faces the elevator doors, shifting his weight a bit awkwardly. Five excruciatingly long seconds later, a ding rings out, accompanied by the opening of the doors. He motions for you to go ahead, so you board the carriage first. After he joins you, the doors slide shut, isolating the two of you from the world. He clears his throat.

"Main floor?"

"Y-yeah." You barely manage to push your voice from your throat. As he presses the button, you find yourself unable to keep from looking up again. His blond hair is combed neatly into place, his jawline ripped straight from the most handsome male model. Your eyes widen and drop away suddenly as you realize his own hazel orbs are aimed your way as well.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," he comments quietly. "Were you visiting your boyfriend?" You shake your head, searching for your voice again.

"I've actually lived here a while," you admit. "I... don't really get out much..." Silence reigns as you pass floor three.

"I wish we could've met sooner," he mutters, so quietly you almost question whether you actually heard him or not.

You shift slightly, feeling his gaze lingering on you. While you are blushing almost violently, you have to admit that it is kind of nice having someone pay you this kind of attention.