"That's him." Bridget said. A nice English gentleman. It was a perfect description of Mark. Friend did sound better than baby daddy. Possible baby daddy. The way Adam spoke was raising a few concerns in her mind. She wouldn't be living in this strange not-courthouse. As soon as she saw Mark, she was sure he'd help her get back home.
She nodded at his instructions and watched as he scrolled through the list. "It is a sophisticated lift. I'm more used to standard buttons. And words. Or at least a picture of a burger and some chips for the food court."
She wondered if the new management team would be installing them at work. With her luck, she'd eventually manage to have one of these fancy elevator doors close on her dress, leaving her trapped inside in her underwear until a team of fireman came to rescue her. She pulled herself out of that daydream; she couldn't let her imagination run wild when Adam was about to reunite with his wife. That was the important thing.