The Boy In The Elevator: Part III

I WROTE A THIRD PART YOU GUYS! I LOVED LOVED LOVED HOW THIS STORY WAS GOING AND THEN I FIGURED, HEY, I COULD POSSIBLY WRITE ANOTHER PART, RIGHT?
DON’T FORGET TO READ THE FIRST TWO THOUGH:
Part One

Part Two

(I promise you guys will love it!)

After two hours of the economics lecture were finally over, she took a deep breath and opened the small piece of paper she had been clutching since what felt like forever.

The paper had a few words scribbled on it followed by a phone number.

This what it. This was what she’d wanted since the time she lay eyes on him. In a spilt second decision, she flipped open her phone and punched in the number from the piece of paper. The line barely rang and he picked up.

“Hello?”, she could feel her heart beating so loudly when she heard his voice.

“Saif?”, she half-whispered into the phone.

“Elevator girl.”, he replied, a smile creeping on his face, “So, tell me your name now at least.”

She smiled into the receiver, “Reyna.”

“So, Reyna, care to accompany me to the bookstore around the corner?”

“When?”

“Today. What time do your classes end?”

“Four.”

“Four it is, then! See you later, elevator girl.”

As Saif said goodbye, Reyna felt herself smiling widely. She could get used to this happy, giddy feeling. She could definitely get used to it. As the next lecture started, more than ever, Reyna couldn’t wait for classes to end.

The clock struck four, and Reyna started feeling panicky. What if he found her boring? What if he never showed up? She sighed and walked out and then stopped dead when she saw him standing there, scrolling through his phone.

She walked over to him, “Hi.”, she drew in a sharp breath as he looked up and smiled beautifully at her. “Reyna! Finally! Let’s get going.”, he said, pushing his phone in his pocket and motioning her to follow him.

“What are you studying then?”, Saif asked her as she fell into place next to him. “Double major in Economics and English Literature. And you?”

“Majoring in Mechanical Physics. I’ve never understood a single word of Shakespeare.”

“I’ve never understood a single word of Newton.”, Reyna replied, nudging him sideways.

They walked in silence for the next three minutes and Reyna treasured it more than anything she had ever treasured in life. “How did you break your hand?”, she asked him suddenly.

Saif turned sideways to face her, “Well, uh, my girlfriend and I, we had gone cycling and while trying to impress her, I let go of the bars of the cycle and quite literally, went tumbling down the hill.”

Reyna chuckled softy, “Really?” “Really. Well, except she’s now my ex-girlfriend.”, Saif replied staring straight at Reyna’s eyes with those deliciously beautiful brown eyes of his making Reyna go weak everywhere.

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