Stella tapped her foot again and again on the black marbled floor, producing faint clicking sounds. She was standing close to the elevator door so that she could rush out as soon as they opened. Her eyes were fixed on the changing numbers as the elevator ascended to their destination.
Taylor was leaning against the back of the elevator as he looked her fidgeting self, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk.
'What is wrong with this elevator today?' She cursed inwardly. She couldn't comprehend why, but sharing the same space as him was freaking her out. She could feel his eyes on herself, sending chills down her spine.
She almost heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that they were on the 21st floor.
'Just four more floors Stella.' She thought inwardly, trying to calm her nerves down. But fate definitely had other plans for her.
