Epilogue
I walk home from work, my heels clacking against the grimy new-york streets. The night air is crisp in my lungs. I stop in front of my apartment building, my doorman nodding gently, allowing me inside. Ive lived here for 3 months, the staff still getting used to me. I make my way to the elevator, pressing the illuminated number five. Before the doors close completely, a hand pulls the steel doors apart. A young bellman walks in, cart full of luggage in tow. He mist be new, his hat and name badge askew. Robert.
“Excuse me, would you mind pressing number 3 for me?” The bellman says, his voice squeaky from what i assume to be puberty.
“Sure. Are you new here?” I ask while pressing the illuminated number 3.
“Oh, how did how know? i started working here last week, my aunt is head maid. She vouched for me.” He looks almost shy about this, his acne coated cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
The elevator rises, numbers ticking by rather quick. After a long 5 minutes of akwardness and silence, the elevator reaches my floor.
