Billie Bob Jones
The air in the elevator with Benedito was so thick that one could slice it with a knife. He continuously glanced at me with a questioning stare that I simply ignored. Being engulfed by his scent again after almost two weeks almost drove me crazy.
My foot continuously tapped on the elevator floor as it went up. The inside of my cheek was already bleeding from me biting into it so much and the underside of my eye started twitching. I had no idea why I was so anxious.
Was it due to being alone with Benedito after so long? At least three weeks ago he and I could engage in a normal conversation, but ever since he had mysteriously fell off the face of the earth everything had changed.
The ding of the elevator was my saving grace. As soon as the doors opened I stepped out revealed I could smell something else besides Benedito. He casually stepped out not seeming bothered at all.
