Katya Alkaev (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} redhorse_tea) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
“I am thinking,” she said quietly, “that perhaps we should not apologize for a good thing that was surprising us.” She swallowed and leaned a bit closer. The heat of his body was a comfort as the elevator doors slid shut, even if his presence was still cause for some distress. The elevator started upwards, stopping when it reached the eleventh floor. Katya scowled at the floor buttons that were lighted in the panel. “Stupid elevator,” she said to it, her tone bitter. “Can you not be simply taking us to where we are wanting?”
The elevator’s gears whirred and then the doors swept shut. The elevator dropped, passing the fourth floor, and stopping at the second. It chimed happily – something she had not noticed the first two times – and opened its doors for her. Katya allowed herself a brief smile.
Pulling away from Luther, she offered him a tentative smile. “Perhaps we should allow for ourselves some time to think.” She knew, personally, that she would need a few days to fully process everything that had happened that evening. “Maybe you will call me after the full moon?” It was clearly a questions and not a statement, and it was uttered hesitantly, shyly. She was afraid her reaction earlier had upset him more than he let on. “Or we could be talking over the forums.” Briefly, she touched his shoulder, and then she stepped out of the elevator, hurrying to her room where she could strip out of her dress and hang it in the closet. Some part of her wanted to throw it away, but another part recognized the practicality of keeping it for someday.