"Which floor?" The employee asked.
"The tenth." I answered.
"Oh, so you like hairy things." He said suggestively in a perverted manner, or that was what I thought.
"What?" I looked at him, to check if I heard him correctly.
"I mean, there is a company that sells carpets over there." The employee mentioned.
"Oh... yeah." I muttered before the awkward silence came.
"There is quiet people on this floor, huh?" The employee changed the subject.
"I couldn't say." I answered, hoping for the tenth floor to arrive.
"There always acting shady, as if they were drug dealers instead of employees. He speculated before the number of the elevator changed from 9 to 10.
"..." The metallic doors of the elevator opened before I stepped out, when I looked back at the elevator, the employee bid adieu before waving his hand while the doors closed.