| I'm already in the elevator as she suddenly rushes in.
''Hold on!'' she laughes and pushes a button. She's about my age. Maybe younger. A somewhat clumsy girl with wet hair and glasses. A small pair of glasses, which she rubs dry with her sweater.
I will make a funny remark about the rain, the elevator, her glasses. I don't know yet.
In the meantime I imagine what it's like having a conversation with her. First about the weather and then about the things we're really interested in. We seem to have a lot incommon. Really a lot.
It feels so familiar. As if we've known each other for years. Within the limited room of the elevator and the short time we need to get to the thirteenth floor, we experience years of unspoken happiness.
The eleventh floor. With her wet coat she bumps into my shoulder and she steps out of the elevator. ''Sorry.'' She laughs somewhat uncomfortable.
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