[ WP ] Short story that takes place in a single elevator ride .

( This is all on phone so bear with me. Also inspired by a youtube clip called maybe ) 
 
 The elevator clicks open as I step inside, pressing the number 27 floor button. The doors shut, and the music inside plays a happy melody that simply bores me. It's almost eight in the morning and Im back again to another dreadful day of office work. I've been here for over six months now and while the pay is good, the work is god awful. 
 
 The elevator stops and I'm brought back out of my thinking to the doors opening to the most stunning creature ive ever seen. She steps in and smiles, saying hello. Her voice chimes like an angel's harp. I say hello back, trying to keep my composure as she picks her floor and the doors shut. 
 
 The music seems louder now, as we both stand there. I can feel the silence pressing down on me but she seems to handle it just fine. Maybe she's okay with just us being in the elevator. 
 
 Maybe she wanted to say more then hi. 
 
 Maybe I gain enough courage to say hello. 
 
 Maybe we talk as the elevator rises and maybe the conversation goes smoothly and we both love it. 
 
 Maybe we both decide to grab lunch together. 
 
 Maybe we have so much fun talking during lunch we meet outside of work. 
 
 Maybe at the bar we find out how much we are in sync. 
 
 Maybe the first kiss is accidental but the second one is on purpose. 
 
 Maybe the first date were shy but by the second it feels so natural. 
 
 Maybe we send each other little lovey dovey emails. 
 
 Maybe it feels weird to not hold her hand or stare into her eyes. 
 
 Maybe she finally moves in with me. Maybe the menial tasks seems so much better with her around. 
 
 Maybe she loves to watch me eat her cooking, maybe she's a really good cook. 
 
 Maybe it feels so perfect to have her in my arms at night. 
 
 Maybe she makes me feel like life is amazing, that she'll be there for me in the darker days, and I for her. 
 
 Maybe she's the one? 
 
 The elevator dings as it reaches her floor and she steps off. I watch as she walks off as the doors begin to close but just before they snap shut I see her turn and loom into my eyes, a smile on her lips. The elevator closes, leaving me with nothing but maybes and what could have beens. 

