A slow day

     I shuffled my way back to the see through elevator, turned to face the button panel and lightly punched the round blue button with the number 24 printed on it. There was a light humming sound, then the doors closed.

     After exiting the elevator, I was greeted by an empty but well decorated corridor with the floor covered in red carpet.

     Pearl white doors floated past me as my bare feet swept through the smooth carpet. As I reached the end of the corridor, facing a door like the rest that went by, I reached into the left pocket of my sleeping robe. Fuck, are you serious? "Can't warp out of this shit," I murmured to no one in particular. My wristwatch showed 9:40:57.

     Tick, tock.

     9:40:47. There I stood, half way near the end of the corridor. I made a light back step and turned towards the elevator. I hit the G button much harder than I did the 24 button, getting slightly agitated as the elevator descended down to the lobby.

     The receptionist, who was quite the fine young lady, was not surprised in seeing me walking towards her as I exited the glass box. "Hey there hot stuff! Backup card to room, uhh..." My sentence was left hanging. "Room twenty four dash eleven, Mr Descartes, and good morning." She said, ignoring the fact that I called her 'hot stuff' as she ruffled through the cupboard, her back facing me the entire time. Her slim body clad in a black long sleeve shirt and short skirt, wrapped in a fitting red vest. A rear view I never get tired of. "Right, let me try that again."

     Tick, tock.

     The elevator doors opened once again. "Hey there hot stuff! Backup card to room twenty four dash eleven please, and good morning," I said with a smirk. Her agile yet delicate hands stopped searching the cupboard for a moment, and then resumed. It was shortly followed by the sentence "Good morning, I'm surprised you remembered your room number Mr Descartes," made by her tender voice.

     She pulled out a white card from a rack in the cupboard and turned to me, both hands extending towards me with the card at the tips of her index fingers and thumbs. I glanced at her facial features - light brown hair, tied up into a pony tail, dark blue eyes that was emanating warmth, lips that were natural pink with a bit of gloss, complemented with a gentle smile - and turned to the card. I grabbed it, turned back towards the elevator while waving the card in the air and said "Thanks, and did I mention that you look beautiful today?"