Nerve

The One with the Elevator

          "What floor?" I ask absentmindedly as my fingers hover over the elevator buttons. I don't look up to see who got on the elevator with me 

          "Seven," a male voice replies. 

          "Me too," I give the guy a small smile and glance at him out of the corner of my eye, too shy to look up completely.  I've never seen him before, I would remember bright blue eyes like his. He's looking at me, I can feel his gaze. 

          Stupid slow elevator. 

          "How was your day?" I look up to see an amused expression on his face. Great, he can tell I'm awkward and he's taking advantage of that. 

          "Fine. Your's?"

          "Fantastic," he says with a light laugh. The elevator decides it's finally time to put me out of my misery as we reach the seventh floor. 

          "Please go to the left. Please go to the left," I pray silently. However, today's not my lucky day. 

          The stranger with nice eyes unlocks the door to our hall and holds it for me. "After you."

          "Thank you," I mumble and try to quicken my pace in hopes of losing him. No such luck. 

          "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Have you been to any of the hall meetings?"

          Why do I have to be so shy and awkward? "No, I haven't been to any. I always have to work at the time the meeting is scheduled for."

          "Where do you work?"

          "Panera," why did I tell him? I could have made something up. Now I've given him the opportunity to see me in my awful work uniform. 

          He doesn't miss a beat, "The one on campus?"

          "Yes," are you stupid? You had the chance to save yourself, but you messed that up. 

          Whatever, I'm at my door. Wait, why did he just stop too?

         "No way, we've lived across from each other this whole time!" Oh no. This is bad. I'm not going to be able to avoid him. Usually when I humiliate myself I can just avoid the person. This makes it a little hard. 

          "Mhm," I hum as I unlock my door, trying to end the conversation. 

          The guy isn't having it, "Wait, what's your name?"

          "Adilyn."

          "See you around Adilyn. My name's Aiden by the way." Just before he turns to go back to his own dorm, I get my first good look at him. It's for the best that I hadn't looked up before now. Maybe I'm the only one this happens to, but when I'm talking to a hot guy, my face turns red. It could be the most boring conversation ever and it would still happen. Aiden's eyes aren't his only good feature. His smile alone would've given me butterflies. He has dimples which I'm a sucker for. 

          To give you a mental picture, I'm pressed up to the back of my bedroom door, face flushed, and heart racing. Now that I know what he looks like, I can't see him again. I'll only embarrass myself even more.