Chapter 112 Right Out The Elevator

• I was waiting for the elevator when I saw her. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight t-shirt, but it wasn't what she wore that made me look twice; it was the way she carried herself.
• She walked with purpose, straight ahead of me as if there were no other choices available to her. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever in those jeans, and her hips swayed slightly from side to side like they had their own rhythm. She was smiling at something or someone behind her, and I couldn't help wondering who it might be.
• When the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside, and I followed. There weren't many people on this floor at this time of the day, but one man stood against the far wall, his back turned to us. He must have been waiting for the same car we were getting into, because he was already looking up at her when we entered.