![]() ![]() She bolted for the door to the stairwell. “That’s okay,” she replied as she peeled o her blazer and stu ed it in her large purse. “I can see how much longer it’ll be,” he o ered, pulling a small radio from his pocket. She was already late, and according to the many messages she tried to ignore, her grandmother was none too pleased about it. “How about the service elevator?” she asked, reaching for an alternative that wouldn’t add to her lateness. When she returned to the present after chanting her calming mantra, Mario was hanging up a sign indicating the elevators were temporarily out of order. Libby’s shoulders drooped and she blinked for a long five seconds as she breathed in and out slowly. The apology etched in his face was all the confirmation she needed. It faltered when she saw the sign he was carrying. “Morning, Mario,” she replied with a practiced smile. In one fell swoop, Libby pushed her chin-length brown hair out of her face and straightened before turning around. ![]()
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