Page 21 of Haute Couture
“Um, yes,” I stammer. “It’s, um, Lauren Blake from across the way”—I fidget with my coat—“only I’m not across the way right now. I’m kinda locked out of the building. Would you mind buzzing mein?”
“Now you’re sure you’re not some deranged serial strangler, right? I mean, how can I be certain you’re who you say you are?” I hear a chuckle brewing under histone.
“Well, we met today on the elevator,” I say, realizing my face is wearing a widegrin.
“Aw, yes. In fact, your smile was the highlight of myday.”
The door buzzes and a click indicating it’s unlockedfollows.
Truffles and I run into the lobby, and over to the elevator, its doors opening just as soon as I press the callbutton.
And once we reach our floor, the doors slide open, and there waiting to greetus…
Simon. A huge smile parting his fulllips.
“You alright?” he asks, bending down to patTruffles.
I amnow.
