We now go to two people getting on to an elevator.

All right, going up, there's another guy with me in the elevator, but yeah, it's okay.

Just gently step over to the other corner and sort of tilt my body in a way, which is neither away from him

more towards him. And I'll just make a quick eye contact and avert my gaze. So we've

acknowledged each other. Smooth sailing from here. I've done my social obligations. Just have to

ride up to my floor. And he's actually still looking right at me. That's kind of weird. He's

just smiling at me. I'm just going to take a quick peek to see if he's, yeah, he's still looking right at me. That's kind of weird. He's just smiling at me.

I'm just going to take a quick peek to see if he's...

Yeah, he's still looking right at me.

And any time I look at him, we're making eye contact.

He's just smiling at...

Hi there.

Is there a problem?

You're just looking at me?

Oh, no.

Just riding up the elevator.

It's a great day, isn't it? Yeah, it's a pretty good day, I guess. Yeah, I mean, I'm having a good one.

I couldn't help notice that you were just looking at me and smiling in the elevator, instead of politely averting your gaze. Nothing makes me feel good, like a nice smile out in public, so I try to give that to other people. I have to be honest, it kind of makes me feel weird, like you're staring at me or thinking about me or like i mean i am thinking about you i'm thinking what are the

chances that you are the chances that makes me feel weird, like you're staring at me or thinking about me or like...

I mean, I am thinking about you. I'm thinking, what are the chances that you and me, of all

people, would be in this elevator together? All the millions of people in this city? It's like a little

miracle. Yeah, I guess... And then I'm wondering, who is this person? Why are they in this elevator? Are

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