My date turns around and looks expectantly at me.
"Are you coming?"
No, I shake my head. "You go have fun."
"Not without you", he says, taking a step forward.
I push him back and press the close button.
His confused and startled expression reaches me as the doors shut.
"I'm going exploring", I shout through the slim space before the metal pieces close.
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The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
