Our eyes meet.
I look away.
What if he finds out that...
"Okay", I say, "um, thanks for showing me
The 31st floor.
Let's go back to the dance.
My date is waiting for me and yours is too.
The blackout should be over by now."
At that moment, I realize,
Wait, if this floor is the electricity supply of the entire city,
Then why was there a power outage?
YOU ARE READING
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]
