This piece is titled Girl In The Red Coat
It''s around 500 words in total.
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Girl in the red coat
The heavy oak door slammed shut. David punched the code into the security alarm. He nodded at the machine who promptly replied with a beep. Then he stepped out into the hallway and came to an abrupt stop. He transferred his expensive briefcase from his right hand to his left and pressed the circular button. He flicked his wrist and cast a glance to his watch.
If he was lucky, he might have time to grab a coffee before journeying to the office.
David tapped his foot in an impatient rhythm. He’d rather spend thirty seconds waiting for the lift than walk down twenty four flights of stairs. There were some things that you didn’t do. That includes walking anywhere unnecessarily. He wasn’t going to stain his new three piece suit for anything or anyone. It already cost him an arm and a leg.
Finally the lift doors opened and a sigh tumbled from his lips. He offered a smile to the young woman in the corner. The back of his neck started to burn as a blush crept up. He tried to not look at the young woman. The mirrored walls weren’t helping. He could never look her in the eye. He would never say a word. He couldn’t speak to strangers.
The atmosphere was growing more awkward as the lift swept down. He had seen the young woman in the red coat every single morning for as long as he could remember. He always smiled at her, she always smiled back. Once the box had juttered to a stop on the ground floor, they smiled and departed ways.
David tensed. He turned his head and forced a smile.
“You live on the twenty fourth floor don’t you?” She asked.
He tried to clear his throat. “Ye-yes I do.”
There was a slight pause before the girl in the red coat started talking again.
“So where do you work?”
“Uh, the off-offices on Westgate,” the air was getting caught in the back of his throat.
“Ah yes, I walk by there occasionally,” she said. “I work at the radio station in town.”
David nodded, the blush on the back of his neck made itself known.
“Can I ask your name?” She asked gently.
He swallowed. “D-David Murry,” he silently willed the doors to open so he could escape.
“I finally know your name after all these months,” she said, laughing slightly. “I’m-“
The doors opened. The Gods were on side. David smiled apologetically at the woman and scurried out of the mirrored prison that confined them.
The walk to the coffee shop allowed him to clear his mind of the young woman in the red coat. He waited patiently in line and placed his order. Cradling the coffee in its cardboard container, he stepped out onto the pavement. A smile arose as he played the daily game of dodgems with the locals and tourists of London. He always won. He had to so he wouldn’t get any coffee down his new suit.
There was no point in thinking about the girl in the lift, he would see her again, maybe tonight if he was in luck. The cycle would renew tomorrow. He wouldn’t say a word.