Woman from the Sixth Floor

From Torg Adventure

I am not sure what made me noticed her the first time she walked by. I was on a cigarette break, standing outside the front doors to the warehouse district office building I worked in downtown. Maybe it was the way she smiled and said, "Hi," when I looked up and smiled at her. Maybe it was the sexy white dress she wore on her slim frame, showing just a hint of bare bosom and lacy edge of her white bra. Maybe it was her cute face that lit up when she smiled.

I continued to notice her, since every time she walked past, she said, "Hi," and smiled. On one trip up the elevator, I saw on the ends of her sleek legs her beautiful feet in open-toed sandals with painted toenails. One day she made small talk with me in the elevator. I don't remember the topic; it was small talk, after all. She seemed to be going out of her way to interact with me.

One day when she started making small talk waiting for the elevator to open up, I dropped a more direct question, "So do you work upstairs or do you have a client up there?"

The next week I got bold and said, "I wrote about you."

"Oh? Was it naughty?" she replied with a subtle flirt to her voice.

"Not yet. I haven't written that far," I replied. I thought that was an appropriately flirty reply.