“11th Floor”, she said with a slight blush as he pressed the button.
Their eyes met in the 30 seconds up to the 8th floor, everyday.
She seemed to collect herself together. The empty elevator smelt of Le Bleu de Chanel.
“8th floor”, said the elevator. His phone rang, “Love in an elevator” and he turned it off.
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