Matilda Jenkins' lips trembled…
"Miss, if there's nothing else, I have to go, I have things to do."
He reached out and pressed the down button.
Matilda Jenkins called out to him, "Wait a minute, can you... give me your contact information?"
He smiled, "Are girls in the country so open these days?"
"Please... can you... tell me?"
He shook his head, "Sorry... I can't."
The elevator came, and he hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
Matilda Jenkins wanted to chase after him, but she couldn't move.
Watching the elevator door slowly close, suddenly a hand emerged from the elevator, the door opened again, and he walked out, handing a neatly folded handkerchief to Matilda Jenkins, "If we're fated, maybe... we'll meet again."
Matilda Jenkins looked at him but didn't take it. He grabbed her hand, stuffed it in, and turned to leave.
Looking at his back, the name was on the tip of her tongue, just ready to come out, but she dared not.
