Inside the quiet elevator, the soft hum of the machinery filled the silence. Mika leaned casually against the glass panel, hands in his pockets, while the receptionist stood beside him, glancing at the glowing numbers above the door.
But every few seconds, Mika noticed her stealing a glance at him. Once. Twice. Again. Each time, she'd quickly avert her eyes the moment he looked her way, pretending to check her watch or adjust her badge.
He waited for a while until finally he said, "If you have any questions or doubts, you can ask, you know. I don't bite."
The receptionist's eyes widened in alarm.
"Ah! I—I'm sorry!" She stammered, cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to make it so obvious." She bit her lip, then gave a nervous little laugh. "It's just...you seem like a really nice person. Easy to talk to, I mean so I couldn't help but want to ask a question."
"Is that so? I'll take that as a compliment." Mika chuckled softly.
