Four

It was late in the day, and I was still a little hung over. She had a little bob that made me think of someone I once knew. I asked her what floor. She said four. She smiled at me and asked me my name. I said Adam. She said her name was Sierra.

“How long have you lived here?” I asked.

“About a year,” she replied.

“Me too,” I said. “I just renewed my lease.”

“Cool,” she exclaimed. “High five!”

Then we high fived, and she got off the elevator on her floor.