You've had enough. The ballet practice that just ended was a disaster. You could say goodbye to performing on stage. You gave away your whole life to ballet, and it gave you nothing back. So when the elevator you were on broke, you didn't even care to get concerned; you just sat there with a resentful look.   And this was the moment you realized you weren't alone. There was a man with you.   He was composed and didn't seem to panic at all. He made a quick call to inform someone about the broken elevator and looked at you with concern. "Excuse me, ma'am, is everything okay?" He asked politely.   He didn't know you were his neighbor yet.