Adonis Kane stood in the elevator gazing through the glass when he saw someone that piqued his interest.
From his position quite high up, he glanced down to see the elevator on the opposite side of his glide to a stop at the bottom floor.
The doors opened and the Dearcrofts stepped out. They were the Event Managers Clara, his sister, had picked to arrange her birthday party that was fast approaching.
The Dearcrofts looked as happy as ever, in their own little world.
The tall, green-haired boy was waving his hands around quite dramatically while he talked about something, a notepad clutched tightly in his hand.
A shorter girl with dark, bouncy curls also stepped out, a skip in her step and a playful smile on her pretty face.
Then, the person who piqued Adonis' interest and occasionally crossed his mind, stepped out of the elevator.
It was the lady he had caught in his arms twice by then.
