" well, i suppose one of us should press the button or we'll be here all day, won't we?"

　　i'd been so busy wondering what he was going to do and expecting him to do something, that i'd completely forgotten to do anything myself. i felt like an idiot and this made me smile and i hadn't wanted to. he smiled back, his blue eyes crinkling right up to the grey hair at his ears and making him look ... nice. then there was a slap. my book hit the floor. i bent down and so did he, and we bashed heads. at that moment, the lift shuddered to a stop and the doors seemed to fling themselves wide open. i was so embarrassed, i marched out of the lift, straight towards the queue at the counter. i ordered without looking at the menu and took my tray to a table where there was only one empty seat. i breathed a sigh of relief and began to eat. but the salad stuck in my throat when i noticed that everyone else at the table had already finished lunch and they were getting up to go. i glanced over at the counter. he was paying and in a second, his eyes would scan the room to find me. i ducked my head. waited. any minute now he'd sit down with his tray.

　　short stories from australasia. my book appeared in front of my eyes. his fingers were the longest i'd seen and his nails were manicured. i hadn't thought he'd bother.

　　< 3 >

　　"you left it in the lift," he said. "may i sit down?"

　　his voice was soft. cultivated. what could i say? the tables were all pretty full so i nodded. he said bon app