Darcy chuckled a little in spite of the cliche and nodded in agreement. After all, cliches were only cliches because they were true, "So they tell me!" she said and her eyes looked around once the elevator started to make noise.
She wasn't sure about the elevator's sudden change of heart, but she was pretty sure she could have sat in there all day talking to him. She took his hand and smiled appreciatively as he helped her up. "Thank you," she said wondering if she'd just touched the hand of her father, a complete stranger, a complete coincidence, or a complete lunatic. Her history with reading people wasn't great but she liked Vlad, and she wondered if he'd be adverse to having coffee or speaking with her again in a more formal "lets talk, you and me," situation.
She almost opened her mouth to ask, but she didn't want to see like the crazy one. "Now that I think about it, I do feel significantly acquainted with you, Vlad. I'm confident you aren't one of the two registered sex offenders in the area and even more confident that you aren't going to rob me blind," she said giving him a playful smile.
"I'm in 801 by the way, its full of IKEA furniture and coffee so if you're ever stuck around the 8th floor you're welcome to stop by," she said hoping that sounded as un-crazy and polite as possible.