“More than so. It’s fact.” We turn to face the front and there is Zax, scowling at us like a madman. “Morning, bro. I’m escorting your lovely Aurelia down for a costume change. You missed it. We just had the best meet-cute we’ll tell our grandchildren about one day. I guess it’s true what they say about the early bird.” He winks at Zax. “Wouldn’t you agree?” The doors shut and then we’re shooting down to the twentieth floor. “Did you see his face?” He leans in and whispers to me, though, we’re the only ones on here. “He doesn’t like me very much.”
