Re: Elevator
Daniel had seen this scene. He'd bathed in it, steeped in it, kept it in his pocket when he needed something to impress a girl with little on her mind but brief fun and something to tell her girlfriends when she got home. Now it was too much, too pressing, as if the world was mocking him for what he was not and what he should not be.
The music was loud, and he had to lean close to her ear to speak. East coast in accent, not southern coast and not deep city, all wealth. "Got the top floor rented out." He had heard a passerby mentioning it. Lifting one hand, he pointed at a rooftop stair guarded by one of the thick security members. He gave her a blue stare, a smiling one, the lightest one yet. "Turandot." He said it differently than she did. Something about the formation of the T.