I got into the elevator on the eighty-fifth floor.
She got in on the eighty-third.
I saw her eyes widen as she got in, but then she had turned around to stare at the doors, obviously hoping to just ignore the moment. But I was always the one to plow through such moments.
"I see you finally got that jacket."
She took a deep breath, the type I recognised.
"For your information, my fiancé got it for me!"
"Oh, congratulations!"
"For fuck's sake, this is why I dumped you! Can't you be jealous or something?"
"No" I said, lying effortlessly.
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