“Mm,” Alan nods as he enters the elevator. He feels he should say something, but isn’t quite sure what to say. Every time he tries, the words just don’t seem to form into coherent thought, so he remains quiet for a while.
Although there was nothing extraordinarily spectacular about the lighting in the elevator, Lora seems to have a radiance that Alan can’t help but notice. Maybe it’s the fact that this is their first real time alone together or perhaps it’s the anticipation of next Friday. Whatever the reason, Alan feels as though he is sorely outclassed by the gifted young woman standing nearby.
Her intelligence easily matches her beauty, but perhaps the most captivating part of all is her heart. No matter how difficult the situation, she’s always willing to lend a helping hand. Her mind is sharper than the fine point of a steel blade, but she never yields to arrogance. Kind, compassionate, thoughtful- these are all words that adequately describe her. Graceful.
Just then, the elevator stopped at the appointed level jolting Alan back to the present. Suddenly remembering chivalry, he motioned through the open door, “After you.”
She doesn’t mind the silence. In fact, it’s a welcome bit of respite from a hectic day in the lab. It’s also, she thinks, a stark contrast to Flynn’s behavior. Her previous boyfriend had often times felt the need to fill a space with sound, be it with jokes or laughter or loud music. And Lora had liked his energy, but had, at times, felt herself wanting for a few moments of peace.
She smiles up at him when he gestures for her to exit first. It’s the little things that earn her favor.
Her van is parked only a few spaces from the exit. Lora tended to arrive at the lab earlier than the rest of the office workers, and although her day started at an unforgiving hour, it offered her the chance to snag a prime parking spot. She stops beside the driver’s side door, keys in hand, and turns to face Alan.
“Sorry for the extra walk, but I appreciate it, really,” she beams. “And it was nice getting to talk to you without our bosses breathing down our necks, for once.”
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