"Fuck," I heard him say. We stared at each other for a minute, trying to come to grips with the situation. I did my best soccer pivot in my heels and bolted back towards the elevator. I barely heard him call out, "Livy... Peanut...."

I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall as I jumped into the elevator. The only thoughts going through my head were "OhShitOhShitOhShit... I am so fucking dead." Of all the times for the elevator to stop on every other fucking floor, why the fuck now??? I hear my phone ding as I beeline for the door, hoping to all hell there is a taxi...