The Color of Sin

There, in the shades of shadows, she stood, waiting and watching. The building overlooked her heated glaze. It completely ignored her existence. She faded into the crowd, turning, and walking towards the silver doors. The bellman, dressed in all light grey, nodded and ushered her into the cool building.

She stood out, the white pants and blazer looked like the sun in contrast to the sleek black and chrome decor. The walls were covered in matte black with chrome accents, mirrors in the shape of diamonds were placed between elevators. The sharp edges caught the light and created the only color in the lobby. Black matte furniture laid throughout the vast space before the reception desk. The echo of her heels on the black marble rang loud as she graced her way to the wall of elevators.

“Mrs?” The voice startled her, the lobby was empty moments ago. She turned, taking off her sunglasses. The movement was swift, classy, it’s a direct move from a movie if there ever was one.

“Yes?” She asked, taking note of the stranger, her accent shining through. Some Russian, maybe a bit British, a mix of both. It was an odd combination. An accent with a secret and a long history. Green eyes, brown hair, and freckles sprayed over the cheeks and nose of the stranger. He met her eyes, boyishly handsome with dimples. She wasn’t impressed with the boy next door look.

“You left these behind.” Looking down, he handed her a pair of signature red leather gloves. The type of red that isn’t dark nor light. The shade of blood. The color of sin. That’s what they call it.

“Oh, thank -” She got cut off by a ding. The elevator had arrived. She gave him a half nod and allowed herself into the elevator.

The doors closed softly, hiding her from the boyish stranger with dimples. The cab of the elevator felt large with mirrors and continued black surroundings. Whoever designed the building had an eye for dark elegance. The feeling was .. daunting. She fitted her hands into the gloves before pressing the second to top floor. Floor number sixty nine.

The cab moved quick and swift, giving little time to change expression before the mirrored doors slid open.

Once again, she was met with the same black. She stood out, again, but this time it was for the color of sin that changed the mood.

For it was that color that changed it all.