A Friend, or not?

I locked eyes with Mr. Ajax Jordan, my coworker.

‘What was he doing in an elevator in my apartment building’ I thought,

Confusion mars his features as he looks at me, I step into the elevator with Ajax’s palm held firmly in mine.

I go to press the floor of my apartment but I see it has already been pressed with the red light illuminating it.

After the brief confusion that passed over his features, he went pressing his phone.

I breathed easier and adjust my face mask praying for the ding of arrival so I could escape to the safety of my apartment.

‘Miss Tina, is that you?’

‘He recognized me’, I felt the oxygen in the elevator drop by half and I itched to rip the mask of my face just to breathe easier.

I ignored him, hoping he would drop it.

Wide chestnut brown eyes move closer staring into my eyes, ‘Miss Tina? Is that not you, I mean your clothes look familiar.’

I take a step away from his wide curious eyes and bob my head a little in acknowledgment.

‘Sorry, I got into your personal spa