Chapter 112 Right Out The Elevator

I was waiting for the elevator when I saw her. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight t-shirt, but it wasn't what she wore that made me look twice; it was the way she carried herself. She walked with purpose, straight ahead of me as if there were no other choices available to her. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever in those jeans, and her hips swayed slightly from side to side like they had their own rhythm. She was smiling at something or someone behind her, and I couldn't help wondering who it might be.