The elevator ride down felt strangely short.
Sienna stood alone in the quiet space, clutching her phone tightly as she stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall before her.
On the outside, she looked calm enough—composed, steady, even slightly tired after spending hours with her friends.
But inside? Her thoughts were an absolute mess.
She had imagined meeting Zachary again this Saturday, but she had never expected to see him today. Just thinking about it made her heart beat uncontrollably fast.
The elevator doors slid open softly on the ground floor, immediately pulling her from her thoughts.
As she stepped outside, the cool night air brushed her skin gently, calming her slightly.
The city was quieter now compared to earlier in the evening, though the distant sound of traffic still lingered in the air.
