Elevator encounter
They were stuck as far as either of them could tell. The elevator had jolted to a concerning halt at least twenty minutes before, and they were sitting across from each other, leaning their backs against opposite sides of the elevator. He was leaning his head back, eyes closed, with his forearms resting on his bent knees, hands hanging. She was cross legged, leaning over her crossed arms, fingers lightly tugging her striped jumper as the time ticked by.
“You look nervous,” he remarked, barely opening his eyes.
“I thought we’d have moved by now… or someone would have come to get us” she said, a breathy laugh at the end to try to diffuse the tension building in her stomach.
They didn’t know each other all that well, singing in a choir together but never really getting the chance to speak. He looked at her plenty in those rehearsals though. Her hair framing her face as she lowered her head, laughing at something that someone else had said. He liked how she looked at people as they spoke, clearly listening, eyes alight with yet unspoken questions and retorts. She looked at him sometimes too. His curly dark hair and hazel eyes. He had caught her a few times, her green eyes jumping away as a reflex. He wished she would look a little longer. Just enough to see him smile at her. Just enough to maybe come talk to him, or invite him over. But they danced around each other, everyone else playing unwitting extras in their scene.
The elevator let out a short groan, her eyes darting to his for reassurance. He straightened out one leg and held his arm out towards her, “it’s okay, come here.”
She uncrossed her legs slowly, and gingerly crawled across the space towards him, watching where she carefully placed her hands on the floor, barely making a sound. She had elegant hands with long fingers he knew for a fact graced a piano, adorned with scattered gold. They were face to face now, and the elevator sighed. She held her breath for a moment, a curl falling in front of her face, grazing her lip. It fluttered towards him when she let out a breath, and his eyes travelled back to hers, flushing as he realised he had been caught this time. He tucked the tendril behind her ear, her cheek turning pink in the wake of his fingers.
“Come here,” he said in a low tone, his fingers still lingering by her cheek. She stayed completely still, save from her necklace lightly swinging back and forth between them.
“Come here,” he whispered, his hand gently cupping her cheek as his eyes softened. She leaned ever so slightly into his touch, and inched forward until their noses just about touched. She glanced down at his lips, slightly parted, and dragged her gaze back up his face. She had never seen him this close. His eyes as soft as his touch, his hair curling under his ear, his breath on her face. She nudged closer, closing her eyes as he brushed her lips with his. Feather light, like it had barely even been real.
