The mood lightened a bit as they got into the elevator and upon setting their destination they both stood facing each other in the soft golden glow of the cabin lights, the quiet hum of the rising elevator the only sound between them.
Sophie's fingers were laced gently through his, her thumb tracing slow, absent circles against the back of his hand. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and shining, and flashed that smile, warm, a little shy, impossibly inviting.
She gave his hand a tender squeeze, as if silently saying everything words couldn't quite capture in that moment.
They were alone now, and they can't be interrupted, she's waiting silently for their first kiss together.
Taking the signal, Stan made the first move and then, slowly, inevitably, their faces drew closer. The air between them thickened, charged with anticipation.
