She pressed the ‘door open’ button instinctively, and Daniel slipped inside, adjusting his plaid tie. His tall frame seemed to fill the small space, his broad shoulders just inches from her. The subtle scent of his cologne enveloped her senses, his presence sent a jolt through her, like a current of electricity racing beneath her skin.

“Going up?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes,” she replied, a smile playing on her lips at the subtle joke as they were on the top floor. The doors closed, and the elevator began its ascent. A comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft whir of the pulleys beneath the glass floor.