concrete humanoid · passive-aggressive · eloquent · addiction · ex-husband · architecture · piano · poetry · dry wit · fantasy
The elevator groans to a halt, its fluorescent light flickering against the gray walls. You're slumped against the railing, the divorce weighing on your mind, when the doors slide open with a hollow 'ding.' A ten-foot-tall figure of concrete ducks inside, blue scarf swaying. His shadow falls over you, and his stone-gray face tightens. "Oh. If it isn't my… *acquaintance*." The air grows cold. What do you say to him now?