The elevator lurching shakes me out of my slumber; Claire seems just as groggy as I am. I can't tell if the car is about to start moving or not, but both of us are butt-naked.
"s**t. We might want to get dressed in case this thing starts to descend and we are suddenly in front of other people."
She moves like a thief in the night. I'm tempted to watch in awe of her graceful actions and how quickly she responds, but I decide my time is better spent donning my own apparel. In no time, we are both fully dressed, waiting, but nothing happens.
"I hate this f*****g building," I say to no on in particular.
"Really? It's growing on me." She gives me a crafty grin. She's scheming, but I can't imagine what it would be.
We sit there idly talking; I'm amazed at how her personality has changed sin
