We are sitting in silence next to each other on the floor in the broken elevator. I take off my coat. It is getting hot. "Not the chatty type huh?" He says with a smile. I look at him with sight. "Well, guess what? I am that chatty type." He says still smiling. He really is something. I mean we are stuck in the elevator for god knows how much. It is too hot. And he's chatty and smiling.Thanks fate. Very much. "So, what do you do for a living?" He asks. "Look, we can talk but personal questions aren't really my thing, okay?" I say as I look at him. "Okay." He says. His smile is actually so relaxing. It shows his perfect white teeth. His pink lips are so satisfying to look at. "Well, no personal questions, Let's think about something else. What's your favorite animal?" He asks smiling. I hesitate as I answer. "I think I like the black raven crow." I say. I really do like it. For me, I think the crow isn't that sad grieving animal. He's a beautiful mysterious creature. Says what is wrong with him through crying but people think it's annoying. "The black raven crow?" He asks. "Yeah." I say with a nod. "You know the crow is a beautiful animal. Mysterious but beautiful." He says smiling. Well, surprisingly, he also thinks the same way about the crow. We stay silent for a minute or two. "You know I did say you're a crow." He says breaking that silence. I look at him. Well, you're not the only one. I myself say I am like that. That I am crow. "I mean you're mysterious and beautiful like the crows. You have a black hair that reflects there black feathers. You don't actually smile. You're sad and annoyingly silent." He says still smiling. Well, that's the first time anyone has actually told me that I look like a crow like this. His smiling is annoying me. Why would he still smile. "Why are you smiling?" I ask at last. "Why aren't you smiling?" He answers me asking. I look at him in confusion. "Maybe because we are stuck in the elevator for good knows how long and we are complete strangers?" I say losing my patience. "Well, I don't see it that way. I am thinking I am stuck in the elevator with a beautiful lady for enough time to know her well. I hope." He says smiling. He just called me beautiful. Again. I am not complaining but it is weird I have never been called beautiful by a male before. I have never kissed someone or went out with them for dinner or lunch. "What animal do you think I resemble?" He asks while looking at the celling of the elevator. I think for a while. I believe he can be a happy animal. A happy spirt. A person that sees life in a perfect way even if it is all bad. "A dove." I say. "A dove?" He asks as he looks at me. "Yeah. A dove." I say. "Well, I wanted to be a tiger." He says laughing. I think it is funny. But, I don't laugh along with him.

It has been almost an hour since the elevator broke down with us inside. I took off my scarf. A part of my tattoo is showing. I am trying to hide it as hard as I can. He stands up. I look at him. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Well, we at least got try and ask for help." He say as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. His arms are strong against the fabric. And all of the sudden, he starts to shout. "HELP! HELP US!" He is shouting while tapping hard on the elevator's door. "Stop." I say as I grab his arm to stop him from shouting. "What? You hate being here, right? Maybe someone might hear us. Give me a hand." He says. I let go off his arm. I stand next to him watching him shout for help. "HELP US!" I find myself shouting. He looks at me with a smile. "There you go. Harder!" He says still smiling widely. "HELP HELP!" We both shout at the top of our lungs. We shout and shout. I feel like I am free. Like I can shout anything and it won't matter. "GET ME OUT OF HERE, CAUSE I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE MY FATHER DID!" I shout. I don't realize what I just said until I already said it. He looks at me with pity eyes. I can see it. This pity I have seen in everyone's eyes every time I went to school. Every time a teacher would enter a class. Every time a neighbor visits us. But, his look had something different within it. A sorry feeling. "Are you okay?" He asks softly. I just sit back on the ground. I lean my head on the wall. I close my eyes and sight. I don't really do like my life. I hate it. I wish my father never died. How would my life be? I would be probably engaged. I would be getting ready to marry someone. My father would be there. Holding my mother's hand. He would be the one who walks me down the aisle. I wouldn't probably be stuck in this elevator now. I take a deep breath before I open my eyes. "I am sorry for your loss. I really am." He says softly. His smile is gone. Sadness doesn't fit him. But, damn right it fits me. It became my imaginary friend long ago. Six years ago. When I lost my happiness. When I lost my light. When I lost my mother. And my father. When I was all alone. I was still just a kid. "It is okay. It is not your fault, is it?" I say in a voice that sounded almost like a whisper. I feel his grip on my hand. His hand is warm and soft. He gives my hand a squeeze. We stay like this for a moment or two. Hand in hand. Stuck in the elevator.