Re: Elevator
Again, Daniel said nothing more about her mother. He shouldn't be interested in Sam's mother. He shouldn't be interested in Sam's name. Nothing was meant to sink past the boredom. Clearly he needed another drink. Something stronger, smoother. Something that would wash the inquiry away. He released her to her madly unskilled gyrations, amused, but not mocking. Something about the roof and the night made him feel old; not her, but the place, the lights, the pink drinks.
He stepped back from the horrific electronic pinging of the dance floor and found her hand. "I need a better drink. Better music, too. Will you come with me?" It was a request, a tip of his head. He did not press close, did not pull her as she pulled him. The blue eyes were steady, his hand dry, unhurried.