"Hello" he smiles and looks back to his phone.
"What floor are you headed to?"
"The ninth." He replies never taking his eyes from his phone.
Silence. Look at me guy. There are just the two of us in this elevator. Look at me!
"Oh, you must have an appointment with an attorney at Benoit, Johnson and Star." I utter, trying to make conversation.
"Yes, I do. I have never met this attorney, but she comes highly recommended."
I wait, looking at him with a questioning stare. Come on guy, you can do better than that.
"Uh, her name is Ms. Star." he stammers.
I smile. "Oh, I know her. She is a great attorney. I don't think you will be disappointed."
“That’s what I have been told. She seems to be the best in the city. I guess that is why it is so hard to get an appointment with her.”
I just smile and nod.
The elevator ascends to the ninth floor and for some reason the doors won't open. I turn and smile at him, shrug my shoulders and push the 'door open' button.
Nothing. The guy looks irritated.
"It will be ok. This happens sometimes." I lie, trying to reassure him. I push the emergency button this time and we wait in silence a few more minutes.
He is looking frustrated now.
"What is taking so long?"
"It won't be too much longer."
"But if I miss my appointment it could be months before I can get another meeting with Ms. Star." He complains.
“If she is on her way to work, she can’t get up to the ninth floor either. We are in the only elevator, and I doubt with a skirt and designer high heels she is going to take the stairs. Just relax. Things will be fine.”
The cute guy looks a little less flustered, but still anxious.
“I’m sorry I am a bit short tempered right now. I have been waiting for this appointment for quite some time. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” He looks at me sheepishly from underneath gorgeous long eyelashes.
“I understand. Ms. Star is very good at her job and I know she has a number of clients who require a great deal of her time. I am glad you were able to get an appointment with her. May I ask what it is you are meeting with her to discuss, or is it too personal?”
“Ummm. It is kind of personal.”
As his arm brushes mine when he reaches around me to push the emergency button again, I jump from the almost electric shock I feel. He looks a bit startled as well.
We smile at each other awkwardly.
Just then, the doors open and we both breathe a sigh of relief. I wander into my office, slip off my boots and put on my designer high heels and wait for my new client to arrive.
My office door opens and Carol, my secretary, ushers in the cute guy from the elevator.