The elevator began to descend. I glimpsed him from the corner of my eye to discern his expression in order to conclude whether he felt as miserable as me, standing here. Sure enough, his glare apprised me of the fact that his sentiments were just as pessimistic, if not more. He shifted away slightly to his left, cautious to be subtle in showcasing his objective but naturally, his performance wasn't resume-worthy.

I shifted my gaze to the red numbers indicating how much time I had left with him. How much time I had until I could finally breathe again. Two more floors. Good. I was nearing the closing of this encounter. Nearing the point in time in which I'd never have to sight him again. Judging from his inability to stand still, I perceived we had very mutual feelings towards each other. Come on. Come on. Just one more floor left. That's not too bad.

As if a demon had decided I was having too good of a day, the lift instantly jolted to a sudden stop, ridding me of my positive illusions. I recognized that the numbers that were progressively decreasing so far had decided to remain at '2' and wouldn't budge. This can't be happening. Not with him!