Chapter #10

I decided to go upstairs and inform the bride first then the cake is in the van and I need some help to get the cake there.

I look to an elevator on the side of the Hallway just as a man steps through the cold steel doors before he begin to

close.

" Hold the door!" I said out loud, ignoring my frantic plea, the man presses a button several times, attempting to close the door.

" What a jerk!"

In a desperate attempt to stop the elevator, I fling my shoe in a Hail Mary and it thuds against the button. The doors open and I sheepishly collect my

makeshift projectile.

" Can't believe that worked."

I hurriedly, made it inside I dust myself off, doing my best not to shoot daggers at the stranger who tried to shut me out of the elevator.

" That's was impressive."

" Excuse me?"

I turn to the stranger. As I looked at him, my mind went blank. The man who stood before me was unrecognizable, his face contorted in a way that made my stomach churn. I felt a cold sweat break out on my skin as the shock of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks. My breath caught in my throat and I struggled to find the words to say. All I could do was stare at him, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of what was happening?

" YOU??" I spat out.

My mind went blank and he looked at me with confused expressions.

" My apology? But I didn't recognize you." he replied and I couldn’t believe my luck. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong. I stare into disbelief, muttering curses under my breath. “Why does this always happen to me?” I thought to myself. “Why can’t I catch a break?” feeling like the universe was conspiring against me. “This is just my luck,” I grumbled, shaking my head in disbelief. I still recovering from the fact that Ed was standing right next to me in the elevator. Oh shoot! Did he recognize me?

" Hello? Miss...? Do I know you?" he said and pulled me back from my thoughts.

" NO! NO!... NO... I mean, I don't know you. Why would I know you?" I stutter and tried to calm my nerves.

" I am just asking you.Which floor?"

The elevator begins to climb up with a low, metallic hum. He speaks without looking at me.

" Tenth floor," He press the ground floor button. "

" Are you to the Rebacca Walsh wedding?" he asked me. I was dead when he asked me this question and a worst case scenario flashed before my eyes of him knowing my secret of mine.

" How do you know that? I didn't told you" I was digging Myself in the cold steel walls of the elevator and was just dying to get out of this elevator. I was trying my best to cover my face with my hair because I have just lied to him being at the hospital.

" I took a wild guess." he said and turned his face towards me. We stood facing each other, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. Time seemed to stand still as we stared into each other’s eyes, searching for something deep within. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my heart pounding in my chest. The connection between us was electric, charged with an energy that I couldn’t explain. We didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stood there lost in each other’s gaze.

He shake his head and said, " Are you sure that we don't know each other?"

" No! we don't know each other." I quickly responded to him and tried to him believe that we seriously don't know each other. And to divert attention from me on to something else. I spoke as he shifted his attention on the floor number.

"Why didn't you the elevator for me?" " Excuse me, Are you talking to me?"" Who else is here? besides you."" Oh, yeah right, I didn't heard you."

I stick my fingers out and waves in front of his face and says's, " How many fingers are these?"

" What?"

" I'm just checking, if you're vision is good because you can't heard me but you can see me right,"

" I apologize, I was thinking something and couldn't got what were you trying to say."

" Nevermind, I know people like you would always treats a woman like me."

" Excuse me, What do you mean?"

" You knew, what I meant to say."

" You are extremely judgmental."

" No, I am not! I am not judgmental. I am just speaking the truth."

" You are absolutely wrong," he replied.

The tension in the elevator was palpable as we continued to argue.

“I’m not being judgmental, I’m just stating the facts,” I insisted.

“Well, your ‘facts’ are wrong,” he retorted. “You don’t know anything about me or why I didn’t hold the elevator for you.”

“I know enough,” I shot back. “You’re just like all the other men who think they can treat women however they want.”

“That’s not true,” he said, his voice rising. “You’re making assumptions about me based on one small incident.”

“It’s not just one incident,” I argued. “It’s a pattern of behavior that I’ve seen time and time again.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head.

“I’m not being ridiculous, I’m speaking the truth,” I said, my voice growing louder.

The argument continued to escalate as we both became more and more frustrated with each other. We were so caught up in our disagreement that we didn’t even notice when the elevator reached the tenth floor and the doors opened. It wasn’t until someone else stepped into the elevator that we finally stopped arguing and looked around, realizing that we had reached our destination.