I then run my eyes over her. Spencer looks completely different from the day I first met her. That day she wore white tank and shorts but today she wears dark grey band T-shirt, faded ripped jeans and a pair of old sneakers, completes with aviator sunglasses and a black cap. She looks kinda badass but that’s absolutely freaking hot for me!!

Spencer:       ha ha that’s fine. I didn’t recognize you either. I was not sure at first because you’re different too.

FYI, today I wear a black suit with a white shirt and high-heeled shoes. I dress formally because I’ve usually had the meeting with the customers.

Ashley:         Right. Anyway, what’re you doing here? I asked her. Ah! I can form words finally!! Thank you God!

Spencer:      I got a gig at the fashion magazine. I’m a freelance photographer.

Ashley:         Really? Wow! That’s awesome!

Spencer:       How about you? Work here?

Ashley:         Yes, my office is on 28^th floor. It’s a design & construction firm. I’m an architect by the way.

Spencer:       Cool! She says with a smile.

Man! I wish my office were on 50^th floor so that I could go on talking with her. No No No, I really wish the elevator stuck. Seriously! This way we would be trapped in it together. But unluckily, my wish would never come true when I hear the ping. Noooo, I don’t want to leave. I want to talk with her a little longer.

Spencer:       Here we are 28^th floor.