“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.
