He looked at the floor indicator.
“Damn!” he cursed.
It was taking forever to climb the eight floors. Not that anyone was waiting. The pink slip was unexpected. The folder contained the latest resume.
Finally, the lift doors opened. The perfume brought the jasmine bushes from his childhood to mind. He noticed the eyes were a shade of brown.

She had recently moved in.
He managed a weak smile. To his surprise, he got a smile back.
He felt that the lift was faster than usual on the way down.
He let her step out first.

She turned towards him and said, “Bye.”
Another smile followed it!
He watched as she disappeared down the street.
He looked at his folder and sighed. It could be his lucky day after all!