If I look at him, even a peek, I'm afraid I'll melt into a puddle.

It's just my luck that the elevator broke while I'm here with him. My boss. Who just fired me for being "too stupid for a brunette," whatever that means.

The silence is too loud, choking me as he scrolls his phone. I press myself to the wall opposite him, looking straight at the metal door, willing it to open. If the floor opened up I would crawl in and die. After he asked me to hold the door for him I felt awkward but I told myself it would be over soon and tried to hold onto the little dignity I had left, clutching my brown box with all my office supplies. Two pencils, a notebook, the framed photo of my cat, one of my mom and the small lunch of an apple and grill cheese sandwich I had packed myself but I was fired before lunch. Maybe I'll find a lonely park bench to eat my lunch and cry a little if this elevator will ever go down. It's already been fifteen minutes since he called for help yet no help has come yet.

Damn, I was so ready to cry on this elevator ride down. The tears are ready to go. Now I have to wait as my lip trembles, my eyes sting with unshed tears, my stomach grumbles in hunger and my knees feel weak from running around all morning for the job I no longer have.

If he doesn't say anything I swear I'll die.

"Shouldn't be much longer," he says flatly. This is the longest I've been in a room with him without his talking my ear off with demands. I wonder if he feels awkward, probably not. I didn't call him stupid or compare him with a lab rat with the intelligence of a goldfish.

"Hmmm," I hum back in response as it feels I need to say something, anything.

I finally give in, collapsing on the floor in the corner and grabbing my grilled cheese. I'm not even going to offer to share, see if he likes that. Hell will freeze over before I offer him any help in any way ever again. If he were on fire... actually I'd probably help him. But if he was in need of coffee, I would not get it for him. I unwrap it carefully as he too sits down. I watch from the corner of my eye as he watches my grilled cheese.

"Would you like half?" I ask before I can stop myself.

"No," he laughs. He straightens his dark hair, and then his navy blue suit that matches his stupid blue eyes. He probably thinks he's too good for my grilled cheese.

I can't tell if I'm happier or more humiliated by his answer.

I shrug, taking a big bite as he watches me.

"Actually, yes. I'll take half." I turn so I'm making eye contact with him before shoving the whole thing in my mouth and chewing violently. His eye twitches in disgust.

Then he laughs, but not at me. He laughs wildly, throwing his head back in childish delight as his body shakes with laughter. Soon, I'm laughing too. I don't know why. Maybe that's how sad my life has gotten. We both laugh so hard we start crying, falling on the floor in heavy breathes just as the elevator doors and pulled open.

I shoot up quickly, grab my box and run out as he calls after me.

I keep running. I want another grilled cheese.