The button glared at her from the opposite side of the elevator. Her eyes were strained from staring at it. The harsh elevator light that made the button cool cold and hatefully professional. It made the emotions associated with the button written in neat braille and caps lock seem to be resolutely finite.

She had been standing in the elevator for too long now. It was now or never. She shook herself. Ignored the panic bubbling in her thoat, choking her, and clawing in her belly, and stood straight.

Her sweating hand pointed her slim finger straight, and she jerked her arm forward.

She was so close, she could do it, she could- sheknewshecouldcanmust- but there was that feeling again... A feeling that made her eyes scrunch her lips press together.

Suddenly, warm air and a swooshing sound. The metal doors opened and a man stepped in. He smiled and she dropped her hand, shocked.

"Sorry, there's been a mistake."

Irritably, she snapped "It took you long enough."