“On the count of three we will call the elevators down, go in and pick a random floor level. If we pick the same floor number, it’s because we are meant to be, and if not then. . .” His voice went from excitement to a soft sad melody. I placed my hands over my ears, I couldn’t bear to hear what his next words would be.

“Hey” his voice had softened, he pulled me in and I was pressed up against his chest. I inhaled in his heavenly scent as is his hazelnut eyes looked down at me so sweetly, “I know it’s a tough decision, but we both agreed” he sighed. In less than a week I would be off to Penn state and he would be staying. He didn’t believe in long distance relationships working out so if we ended up on different floors it would be a mutual break up. If it was mutual then why could I feel my heart ready to jump out and run.

I nodded shyly, I could feel tears puddling at my eyes and I quickly swiped them away with the sleeves of my rough coat. We were recreating a scene from our favorite movie, Serendipity, when Sara and Jonathan choose an elevator floor to see if they could exchange numbers. Instead we were deciding the fate of our relationship. The elevator up button felt icy cold on my fingertips, maybe it was a sign of bad luck but both elevators on opposite ends opened at the same time. I stepped inside and turned around to get one last look at him, he was wearing the navy-blue cashmere sweater I had gotten him last Christmas, but now I could only remember how soft it had felt in my hands. The doors started closing, I walked over towards the middle to get one last look at him as they closed.

I looked at the elevator floor buttons, thirty-six floors, and I had to pick one. My fingers quickly flew over all of them until they finally landed on a random number. Floor twenty-three lit up a bright yellow orange as the rest stayed a ghostly white. The smell of caramelized almonds filled my nostrils as I took a deep breath in. I guess someone with Nuts for Nuts had been inside before me. I could feel a huge smile creeping on my heart as I remembered how much he loves caramelize almonds. I took it as a good sign. I swore the elevator ride was going too slow and so I began to pace across the small elevator. What if he was already there, what if he picked a different floor. Could he be regretting this as much as I was? I looked up to see what floor we were on, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…

*DING*

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