The Idea:

The Story:
It was a typical morning. Nothing stood
out. Well, not until I stepped into the elevator. I hit the button
and the door was refused to be closed. I should already know that it
meant a bad news. But then the person who had made my heart skip a
bit for the last couple months stepped in. Well, how could I see it
as bad news? It had to be a good news! Or at least in my head. I was
so glad that I could be in the same ride with him. It was so rare! In
fact, that was the first time!