Pretentious - 3

If you are new the series, here is Part 1 and Part 2.

PS: Contains profanity. 
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Elevators have become universal aphrodisiacs. What with Mr. Grey and Ana doing each other in the elevators, what with Meredith Grey and McDreamy spicing it up there. I even remembered Dr Addison's crazy breakdown and quote in an episode. "It's just, where I come from elevators tend to be this kind of aphrodisiac, you know? People get on them and they just get all horny?" 

I am sane enough to know that my life isn't an episode from Grey's Anatomy. Even though my monologue keeps running all day, there are no perfectly planned endings. There are no 'Ooo let me choose from these ridiculously good looking guys. Let me choose whom to do tonight, these extremely smart eye candies'. Most times, its disappointing. You see, I am not bitter. I just know well enough not to expect. Men specialize in the art of disappointing. Especially, good looking ones turn out to be total duds, or, have girlfriends. Or, plain creepy. With mommy issues. 

I stood there trying not to look at him, trying not to look flustered, trying to appear super calm and composed, you know, 'Oh please, I see like a hundred smart sexy guys everyday, Sid'. I could feel the arch of my back getting damper. My palms were sweaty. He was next to me, there was enough space between us to fit half of another person. His cologne, almost wearing away for the day was hitting my nose reminding me of its full strength this morning. His reflection on the door was hazy, but yet, it was there. He stood carelessly, neck slightly cocked to one side, the typical air of jerk confidence. His hair was ruffled, nerd frames resting on his nose. His leather jacket was hugging his biceps. His hands stayed put in his jean pockets, just enough for the thumbs to stay in and the other fingers to stay out. His eyes stayed on the door, oblivious to my existence. Look at me. 

As floors dropped lower, my irritation scaled higher. How can you not look at me, you moron? How can you not apologize to me? But yet I stood there, without letting any of it seen. My annoyance could have drowned me and him right there, I swear.  I stared at the changing digits, I needed a distraction. 15..14.. The floors kept dropping nonchalantly.

He sighed.

And stalled the dropping elevator.

He turned towards me, thumbs still intact in jean pockets. His eyes bore straight to mine. I stared back. SO WHAT IF YOU ARE HOT AS FUCK? The voices in my head wouldn't shut up. I STILL WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE AND KISS YOU AFTER THAT. ASS. YOU ARE SUCH AN INDECENT HUMAN. YOU ARE SUCH A BREATHTAKINGLY HANDSOME INDECENT HUMAN.

I decided to take his case. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO A HUNGOVER GIRL YOU HAVE JUST MET? The voices were angry.

And then, he tilted his head a little and put the back of his palm on my cheek. 

The voices went mute.

He leaned in closer to my face. 

"You should really get over yourself, A. Stop stalking me in the elevator panel." 

He pressed a button, the elevator resumed. 

The elevator beeped, it had reached Parking Area. 

He walked out of the elevator, turned around, winked at me and walked away. 


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