Cute Guy, who works on the floor below me, walked into the elevator I'd been riding down.
"Hey." He says. God, he has his lunch in a Tupperware. How cute is he?
"Hello." I say. Totally cool.
"You work on the top floor?"
"Yep." I say, still totally cool.
"That's a nice floor. I like the view."
Here's what I respond with...ready?...
"I like your bathrooms."
Totally not cool. I try to save myself by "they were cleaning the ones upstairs", even though it wasn't completely true. I spent about 20 minutes one day just traveling from floor to floor, getting a better idea of my surroundings. Cute Guy appeared out of nowhere, and I ducked into the bathroom so he wouldn't think I was snooping around.
He smiles at me like I'm special in a bad sort of way, and does the universal move all people make when they're stuck with someone they don't want to be stuck with on the elevator. He looks up above the door.
The floor indicator buttons are not up there.
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