Taking a Chance
Steve glanced at his watch, then back at the numbered floors above the elevator doors.
If this takes much longer, I’ll lose my nerve.
He rubbed the back of his left hand across his forehead, succeeding in not getting the box of chocolates wet.
“Get a grip, dumbass.”
As he managed to calm himself, the doors opened and his would-be girlfriend stood there.
“Oh, Steve. Hi! What are you doing here?”
Steve opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Smiling, she ignored his struggling and asked, “Are those for me?”
“So sweet. My boyfriend will be so jealous.”