" Los Angeles? Mm, perhaps. " The way she rolled that word across the blade of her tongue said that such a concept wasn't likely. Elena had been to Los Angeles only once, and that had been in the late nineties. Although the deja vu irked her, it was easy for Elena to chalk it up as nothing. When the conversation lapsed into silence, our Italian queen examined her nails briefly.
There was a patient moment where she waited for the other woman to select her floor's button as well. That never happened.
" Same floor for you? " Arms crossed with the question. Although her tone was light, the gesture looked severe.