"Going down?" The man asked before he got into the elevator.

"Definitely." The smiling person in front of him said, looking up from the smartphone in those feminine hands.

The man got in and stood in front of the buttons for the floors.

"So, we're on thirty-two, what floor were you going to?"

"Forty."

"That's not going down."

At that, the smile grew larger.

"Who said this was about the elevator?" The smile only grew larger as the elevator doors closed.