The lobby was quiet.
Late evening. Almost empty.
The man stepped into the elevator just as the doors were closing.
A small hand stopped them.
A little girl slipped inside.
“Which floor?” she asked.
“Seven,” he replied.
She pressed it.
The doors shut.
The elevator started moving.
1… 2…
Silence.
The man checked his phone.
Then felt it.
The feeling of being watched.
He looked up.
The girl was staring at him.
Not curious.
Not shy.
Just… focused.
“Don’t get out on your floor,” she said.
He blinked.
“…What?”
3… 4…
He smiled slightly.
“Why would you say that?”
No answer.
The girl looked at the doors.
5… 6…
The man shifted his weight.
“That’s not funny,” he added.
Still nothing.
The elevator slowed.
6…
Then she spoke again.
Quiet.
Clear.
“I saw him go in before you.”
The man’s smile disappeared.
“…Who?”
The girl didn’t look at him.
“Seven,” she said.
The elevator stopped.
The doors began to open.
The man didn’t move.
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