Henry ran out of the car and got into the elevator. He straightened his jacket and checked himself in the elevator mirror. He felt strangely excited such that his whole body was vibrating. The door opened with a soft ding behind him and he hurried down the corridor to her room.
He took a minute to calm himself before knocking softly. It was unmanly to skip or show any expression other than what was appropriate, his father's voice reminded him. It was a lesson his father had always taken pride to instill in him that happiness was just endorphins, nothing more. It felt strange that he was knocking on a door in his own house. Her voice was stronger when he heard her soft laugh before she said, "Come on in, Henry."
