She reached out and laid a finger on his chest, nudging him back two steps and following him. She stood just inside the elevator, gazed into his eyes a moment, then down to his crotch, and back to his eyes, which were now wide with surprise and curiosity. The doors finally opened on the 14th floor to reveal the man she’d hoped to run into.Īs usual, he looked not entirely awake, wearing a rumpled T-shirt, running shorts, and a pair of worn Nikes. Other tenants got on and off as they went about their business. Saturday morning, she stepped into the elevator of her apartment building at 8:45 and rode it for 8 minutes which seemed like an hour.
