I walked across the lobby, still in my business suit and heels, carrying two small boxes of books for the next morning’s meeting. He was typing on his phone, looking very professorial. I think his shirt was untucked, but I can’t say for sure. I think his shirt was stripped, but I don’t remember. It seems like he would have been wearing jeans, but we were sitting at a clothed table. I should remember. He got up a couple of times, and I looked at his pockets. He had pockets. They were jeans.
I pushed the elevator up button and readied my pass. The elevator goes down all night, but only goes up during the day. If you have a pass, you can go up at night. It’s like a hooker. I never thought about that before.
And he was standing there typing on his phone. We noticed each other. I also noticed a couple walking in from the main entrance and a couple of still suited business men walking past from the garage entrance. I noticed the security guard come out of the elevator when the doors opened.
I got in and went upstairs. In three floors I decided if he was still typing on his phone when I got back off at the bottom, I would be having dinner in the very same restaurant.
*featured image: “My favorite leopard heels” by …lovemaegan (CC BY 2.0)