The elevator stopped with a ping! and a few people climbed on. She was one of them.
He didnt think she saw him. The bald guy in front of him was too broad and too tall for him.
She looked great. The hair was pinned up tight as usual. Her favourite hoops were on her ears.
He looked at her left hand …..searching for a sign …a sign to know if the rumours were true.
He looked at the three men around her….wondering if it was one of them they said she was engaged to.
He saw the red-shirt man’s fingers graze hers….. saw him lightly run his fingers up and down her palm. He could see the blush climb her neck all the way to her cheeks. It was the only sign that betrayed that she had felt the touch. She didnt turn her head nor did she move away from him.
In the crowded elevator, no one else noticed any of it.
The man started to withdraw his hand – immediately her fingers stretched out and curled up with his. She held on to his hand all through the ride.
He knew then that it was too late.
She had listened to him.
Maybe he had waited too long – for the feeling had passed. For her.