Maggie strode purposefully across the lobby of Michaels building. It had been a shit week and knowing that she had to work all weekend to make up for what shed missed, all she wanted to do was to check in on Michael, deliver his soup, and head home to a nice hot bath and a large glass of wine. Ahead of her, a man was just stepping into the elevator and she increased her pace, hoping to make it before the doors closed. He turned, and their eyes met just as the doors slid shut.
Well, shit! she muttered, juggling her purse, her briefcase, and the bag from the deli. Just then the doors slid back open.
Sorry about that, the man said, I didnt realize you were right behind me. He held open the door as she stepped in and turned around. What floor?