it's almost 8 in the evening.
you're riding in an elevator with someone. then at some point of the ride, your eyes meet. you learned that he is the guy you met in the pantry hours ago. of course, you are the kind of person who smile at everything that moves. so, you flash him your not-so pearly white teeth. then he starts a conversation. gracious that you are, you answered at every question that he throws at you. then the elevator dings, you're in the ground floor already. silence came. you two walk out from the lift then out from the building. you need a 400-meter sprint for you to get a ride. and of course, so is he.
then you two walk side by side on the pavement. then it's awkward not to talk anymore. so, you ask about work and the school he was into. later, you think the talk is getting lame already. but you're too courteous to end it, and of course, so is he.
and then it's time for you to separate ways. then you wanted to say "bye ____ ", but you don't even know his name. so you just give him a wave. it doesn't even count as one, because you just merely raised your hand. you're glad that that awkwardness is over, and you think, "of course, so is he".
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