The elevator doors opened. I walked in, saw someone coming from the side of my eye and held the lift open. She is probably around 35 or so, carrying grocery bags, wearing a skirt and a white top with a dragon tattoo on her left arm. She’s not unattractive, most people won’t kick her out of bed, but she’s not the type that makes the XY Chromosome brothers do a double take either.
I pressed 9 for my floor. She reached over, paused and smiled at me.
I smiled politely back. I was tired from work and I just wanted to get home and write a bit more before sleeping.
“Which side are you at?” she asked while favoring me with a smile.
“I’m over that side” says I, pointing towards the front of the moving elevator.
“Oh, I’m over that side,” she said pointing in the opposite direction.
“So…do you live alone?” the mysterious stranger continued, her words pregnant with meaning.
“Yeah. You?” I asked non-committally while weighing the odds of a rendezvous with this representative of the female species.
“Same here”, she replied while holding my gaze suggestively.
The lift door opened.
“Nice tattoo” I said, gesturing at her left arm, before walking towards my condo.
I heard her say “Thanks” from behind me.
I could have offered to help with her groceries. I know where this would lead. It’s Familiar Territory (TM).
Male: Here, let me help you with your bags.
Female: Thanks! *opens door* Do you want a drink or something? Come on in.
Male: You must be tired from all that walking. Let me give you a foot massage.
(scene fades to black, cue faint moans)
I didn’t though. I was so tired from work that I just wanted to get home. I opened my door, looked over. She was still at her condo entrance at the end of the corridor, looking at me, smiling.
I smiled back and walked into my apartment.