When I got off work today, I realized that a girl who works at the office was also getting off at the same exact minute that I was leaving. “OK,” I thought to myself, “small talk in the elevator.” Have you ever noticed how an elevator ride seems to stretch for uncomfortable hours when you’re not comfortable with the people around you? Have you ever noticed how it seems so short, too short, when you’re enjoying the company?

So I went straight to the elevator and she followed. Down Arrow. I pressed that, and the button turned orange. I stared at the elevator door, she played with her hair — it wasn’t as horrible as it sounds now. The elevator was finally free, and we stepped inside.

She talked first.

X: So do you get off work the same time we do?
T: Ummm…Yeah.
X: So how come you don’t come to the office every day?
T: I have other things to do. But I have an arrangement with work and stuff. *sensing some hostile curiosity*
X: Ahh, I see. So you work from home?
T: Mostly, yes. *feeling weird*
X: So you’re like, a part-timer.
T: Hmmm… *keeping to myself and mumbling “no” under my breath, colleagues can mess things up if they know how good they are*
T: Say, how long have you worked here for?
X: A year, in a week.
T: Awesome. *whew, we’re here!*

The elevator stopped. We reached ground 0 and stepped outside the tiny chamber. I went to Havana Brown and she went to her ride. And life went on.

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