Caution, Wet Floor

Meanwhile, in the high rise, Elizabeth was going through her own near-disaster. She was in new heels, which felt like they were breaking her feet with every step. There was a set of stairs, a sign warning of a puddle, and a puddle. The latter two she missed, so intently focused on each step in these damned heels. She slipped on the puddle, but before disaster could occur, a strong Black hand gripped her around the waist, keeping her from turning her ankle or worse.

"Gotta be careful, little lady," the Black giant said.

"Oh my goodness. That could have been terrible. Thank you ..."

"Larry," he said, his voice a deep bass. "I'm the janitor for this building."

"I'm Elizabeth," she said. "I'm a ...resident." She finished lamely. She gave him an impromptu, tiny hug. He felt strong and safe.