Mike walked into the elevator, his headphones over his head. He pressed a button, then stood back. Before the elevator could close, you walked in, muttering a quiet 'excuse me'. You pressed a button, then stood back as the doors closed. Despite the deafening silence of the elevator, you could hear Mike's music; he was listening to the Smiths. "The Smiths?" You ask quietly, Mike looking over. He offered a smile and a nod before looking away again. "I love the Smiths." You admit quietly. Mike took off his headphones, looking over to you in awe. "I'm sorry?" "I said, 'I love the Smiths.' You have good taste in music. 'To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die'-- I love 'em." Mike stared in awe, and before he could say anything, the elevator reached your floor and you walked out. "Holy shit." Mike thought, watching you leave.