Prompt: A doorman and a nocturnal companion have an encounter.
The doors open in a luxury condominium in the busy, anonymous downtown of a large city. It’s the sort of space where plenty of people are anonymous and invisible. “Welcome home, Ms. Valentine. Are you in for the night?” the doorman asked. Amy Valentine hated his jacket. It was too bulky and square. She had seen him with just the white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up and tight on his forearms, and preferred it much more.
“That’s right, Joe. All done for tonight.” Her lips made a perfect red bow. She found herself checking her make-up before stepping out of the cab to see her doorman, her protector.
Amy walked across the tiled floor. Her heels clicked with each step. She leaned over the marble desk to speak to him. “How has your night been? I hope you haven’t been too lonely while I’ve been away.” Amy worked from home. Up in her stylish condo she earned a generous living entertaining people. Her work had her up late and she would come down in the depths of the night when no one else was around during his shift and take deliveries, or go out, or merely get away after finishing up. She would find Joe always standing there, waiting. He was a comfort and an enticement for her to travel down from her unit.