Tercy Mason wasn't being polite with him either. In such elevator situations, it was always ladies first, everywhere.
Alexander Stuart followed her into the elevator.
The elevator doors then closed.
In the narrow space, the two fell silent.
Alexander was busy trying to figure out how to continue making small talk with her. Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the 8th floor. Six or seven individuals entered, pushing him and Tercy to the back.
The position of the two was somewhat awkward—
But, under his oafish manners, Tercy couldn't help but glance at him more than once.
She noticed a thin layer of sweat emerging on his profile. However, he continued to hold his pose with intense focus, radiating his charming, good-guy aura like a halo, his image exceedingly heroic.
Tercy, at some point, unexpectedly blushed slightly...
...
It felt like a long time had passed.
Only when the familiar "ding dong" echoed did Alexander saw the elevator doors open wide, and the crowd dispersed.