As soon as my feet touch the marble floor, the lights turn back on.
The people huddled in groups disperse and cry out in relief.
They don't seem to notice us.
Still, I let go of his hand.
"Um... well, we should look for our dates and..."
I'm pulled sideways before I can finish my sentence.
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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]
