Connor's POV
Finally, the door in the middle of the three on the left hits the ground floor, dinging loudly before slowly sliding open. People file out as those waiting jostle to get inside. I join the throng, working my way into the small space, ignoring the fifty year old woman who scowls at my car seat when it bumps her shoulder. F.ucking sue me love, I got a baby to take home and she needs a f.ucking seat to get there.
We stop at each floor, people getting on and off before we reach number eight. I mutter excuse me’s as I work my way to the front, shoving my free hand through the gap in the door just as it begins to slide shut because the assholes can’t move out of the f.ucking way.
The doors open again, much to the huffing annoyance of the scowling woman from before and it takes ev
