„Connor.“ - „´Quel.“ - „Funny.“ – „ Huh. D´you think? Really?”
Connor quirks his eyebrows at Raquel in an attempt to make good and presses a button.
Raquel isn´t falling for it. “You´re a funny, funny man.”
He leans over in mock-conspiratorial comradeship. “Deep down, I´m really sad,” he stage-whispers.
Raquel almost chokes on the non-existent laugh in her throat. Her eyes flick sideways, but don´t find him.
The elevator jerks to a sudden stop. Oh no. Asshole.
“Yeah, that´ll help.”-“Oh shut up, Connor.”
Their silence is a long, painful one. They don´t speak when the doors open at last.