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skip going to the gym because of it.  I needed to get more respectable flats.   I wasn’t used to wearing heels for this long.  I slouched over waiting for the elevator.  My eyes were so tired.  They weren’t used to having this much makeup on, and I had been focusing on the computer screen for most of the day.  I stood there tiredly waiting for the elevator.  My mind quickly wandered to Tyler, thinking how I never got a good glimpse at his eye color.  During my thought the elevator doors opened, and there he was standing in front of me, looking at the ground as though he were in deep thought.  I had the feet in concrete feeling again.  All of a sudden his eyes pushed up to the ceiling of the elevator, then at me.  Smoothly he said, “Are you going down?”  I nodded my head praying that my feet would listen to my brain.  I slowly stepped into the elevator on the side of him.  The doors closed, and it was painfully quiet until the cart started to descend.
    “Did you have a good first day?” He chimed in.  His throat was scratchy.
    “Yes, it was great.  I like it so far,” I said.  I got the courage to look at him.  He slowly grinned at me with his fist at his chin.
    “Sorry to put you on the spot in the meeting.  You seemed to have a good idea going through your head, and I love when Sawla gets frazzled,” he smirked.
    I laughed in my head.   So I wasn’t the only one who found it amusing. 
    “It’s fine, great way to break me in,” I grinned back at him.  My eyes caught his.  I was hypnotized.  His eyes were blue green.  I suspected they changed color depending on what he wore.  They looked very soft for a split second.  Then the ding of the elevator changed his demeanor, his eyes got colder as he walked off the elevator. 
    “Er… have a good rest of your day,” I blurted as he walked off.  He turned to me and nodded, his face serious, and then he was gone.
    What an odd man.  He started out fine in the elevator, maybe even a bit flustered, than he was making a joke, then put up a wall.  I guess I didn’t need to figure him out.  I probably wouldn’t see him for another month.  I know how the upper management of a company with multiple buildings works.  My father was constantly moving around; he was rarely in one place.  The only time I saw my dad was on Sundays.  My mother made it very clear to him that Sundays were our family day.  We would all go to church, have a big Sunday dinner, which the help would make of course, and hang out as a family.  It was nice to have my dad around at least one day of the week.  But I understood he had worked hard for his money, and in order to maintain the lifestyle we lived, he would have to sacrifice his time with us.
    I walked back to my new condo, and the second I got into the elevator I yanked my heels off.  Thank God no one was in the elevator with me, although I wouldn’t have cared.  I had huge blisters on my feet from walking the city with them on.  I was skipping the gym, which was normally a big no no for me, but there was no way I was going to make it on a treadmill.  Then I remembered the hot tub.  Oh would that feel good!  I quickly made my dinner and ate with the mind of soaking in the nice warm water with jets massaging my back.  Once I was done with dinner, I tossed on my swimsuit and made my way into the tub.  It was relaxing until my mind started to wander.  I started to think about Connor, and how if things had played out how I had planned, we would be engaged and living in this condo, and he would be sitting next to me blabbing about his first day as an intern at Ashlynn’s father's office,  if he would have even been home by now.  Would I have really wanted that life?  A life like my mothers, trying to find her own place with a husband who was barely around, sitting around waiting for Sunday to come so I could see him and have my family be whole for a short period of time?  I would despise that.