*elevator breaks-thirty minutes ago*
*relatively calm young girl, hair braided Into two plaits, as blond as the sun, leans casually against the wall, staring at her old boot as she drags it across the carpeted floor*
"I hope you're not in a hurry" I say, the first word is spoken within the thirty minutes since there was a lurch and a whoa between the both of us. She smiles at the floor and looks at me.
"Nope, but this elevator music is kind of making me want to be." You couldn't tell that it was even bothering her. She looks like she's in a dreamy daydream and nothing could bring her down from the clouds.
"Do you live here?" I asked. She seemed like she wasn't mentally there but I'm so bored I'm willing to rudely pull her out of her haze.
"No I was just visiting my Dad" she says in the same dream like tone. It's not a sad tone just detached. "What about you?" She looks up from the half circle she has been drawing repeatedly with her toe. I can't tell if she's just being polite or is actually curious. But her big brown eyes are staring into mine so I take it she's wants an answer regardless.
"Boyfriend, my boyfriend lives here" I answer stuttering. Her eyes are so open it seems as if they were...hungry for....everything.
"Oh" she smiled "How long have you guys been together?" she inquired kindly.
"A few years now" I say smiling, her age reminds me of the age I fell in love.
"That's wonderful" her brown eyes smiling
"Why were you just visiting your father?" I asked bravely.
"My parents are divorced" she replied softly her eyes that were so hungry seconds ago were down, content staring at the paisley carpet. I felt like an idiot of course they were, who's parents aren't divorced.?
"I'm sorry, was it recent?" I asked feeling terrible that I intruded.
"Yeah it was only a few months ago" she responded with her detached tone, though it was obviously contemplative this time. "It's okay though, it happens." She sat down, her back up against the wood panels and stared up at the mirrored ceiling. I sat down with her my posture open towards her. Suddenly the elevator feels like it drops a whole story.
She scrunches her face up tight and takes a deep breath when it stops.
"Oof" she sighs "I should have taken the stairs"
"Yeah really" I agree. We hear a clobbering on the doors.
