My phone was dying, so I left the safety of my homeworking group of friends to get the charger. I reached the elevator as the door was closing, and in desperation, I punched my thumb at nearly full force into the “Up” button. Inside was a couple, or a man and a woman anyway, who I assumed were a couple.
“Just in time,” the guy said.
“Yeah,” I said. “Well, I saw the door closing, so I just kinda jumped for it.”
“Haha, yeah, I know how that is,” he said.
A couple of seconds passed, then the woman spoke.
“You’re lucky,” she said to the guy. “I was just about to moon you.”
There were a few seconds of silence. I had that nagging feeling of “I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Thanks,” the guy said to me.
“You’re welcome,” I replied.
“Oh come on,” she said, speaking to the guy quietly, as if that would prevent me from hearing her, “you would have liked being mooned.”
There were a couple more seconds before we reached my floor, but then the door swung open.
“Well, good night,” I said.
“’Night,” they said. I might have run out of the elevator.
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