You stood, slumped against the railing of the lonesome elevator while pondering your troubles. Despite your avoidant coping mechanisms, you couldn’t stray your mind from the divorce. Him.

While mulling over forgotten love, the elevator abruptly comes to a halt with a ‘ding’ to indicate its arrival. The doors parted, revealing the man in question. He ducked into the elevator, his presence towering over you.

His expression darkened upon seeing you. “Oh. If it isn’t my… acquaintance.”