She lives up on the fifteenth floor, one of the luxury
units, I’m down on the second floor in one of the railroads. She runs her own
business selling art online, I’m a 9-to-5er for a merchant bank you’ve probably
never heard of. Most of the year, we just make small talk in the elevator at
best. But we’re both only children whose parents have died, neither of us has
any close family, so every year, we spend Christmas together, Eve and I.
I know giving her a proposal this year is a risk, but I’m just
sick of waiting…
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