Without even thanking him, I press my index finger on number ten, lined up with the other numbers, inserted in black and finely painted boxes.
Even the elevator is elegant in this place!
I lift my chin when I hear him clear his throat behind me, trying to get my attention, but I squint at his gesture and just glance at him quickly.
He is blond. I never liked blond guys.
They convey mistrust and cowardice to me, and the way this man stared at me just few seconds ago only confirms my theory.
Sideways I notice that his eyes are also clear, in tune with his neat and combed hair without a strand out of his place.
The first thing I notice about him is his height.
To tell the truth I'm the short one who impresses herself in front of everyone when I see that they are taller than me.
I should start listening to my sister and wear the heels that she keeps giving me every birthday.
"You have beautiful hair." - I lift my head to meet his eyes again, this time without the malice of a moment ago.
I do not know if he is joking with me or he is sincere, but he is the first human being who instead of telling me to cut my hair, says that my hair is beautiful.
And he doesn't even know my name.
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