Her hand accidentally brushed mine as I made my way from the lobby to the 20th floor. Marketing. It was understandable; it was very crowded that day. At least 15 people crammed into a steel box. So I remained silent. But, no matter how much we wanted to ignore it, the moment had unmistakably happened. And to be honest, I really had no idea who it was standing next to me. I just knew it was a woman. So, I turned my head and stole a quick glance, which inevitably was the moment she decided to do her own sleuthing. Oh, it was Sheila from Legal. Our eyes met. I know Sheila. We've never actually spoken, but we've been in meetings together. She's always quiet. But I suppose I'm quiet too.
"Sorry." She said, with a faint, embarrassed laugh.
"Not a problem!" I shouted.
Holy hell, did I just yell at her? What is wrong with me?? The light snickering from the back of the elevator only confirmed that I had made a fool of myself. Hesitant, I glanced back up at Sheila to see what damage I had done. Gone. The doors were open to the 16th floor and she was gone.