It was surprisingly easy to catch the front door with my foot as she let it swing shut. I let her heels click a little into the distance, as I watched her saunter into the distance. Between her heels, and the liquor wafting off her, she was a little shaky. She held fast and pressed the elevator button under her long nails. The triangle illuminated, and the doors eased open. As she stepped in, I rushed my way down the hall, and caught the door just in time before it closed.
She jumped a little and said, “oh, I didn’t see you there, sorry I didn’t hold for you.” Her lips puckered red in the dull light of the elevator.
“That’s alright.” I wasn’t scared for her to see my face; she would forget me by morning anyway. “Which floor?” I gestured over to the unilluminated buttons.
“Ten,” she said. I already knew.