“Oodles of fun.” Gray responded with a grin. Though when she said she was in 12 on the fifth floor his mouth dropped into a frown. Poor girl she probably won’t get much sleep considering the man could be loud late into the evening. The poor girl! The elevator dinged and he could see that they were on the fifth floor. Oh well, she was nice to talk to compared to the other people in the building.

It wasn’t until some of the papers feel that he realized the poor girl was on crutches. “Oh no it’s fine I got it as long as it’s in the elevator.” Great now he was the jerk that made a girl on crutches pick up papers. That’s so nice for him to do… He cringed watching her attempt to pick up the papers. Whoa he felt like a jerk for making her do that. 

The moment they made eye contact he lost all the grip he had on the box. [b]SLAM![/b] The heavy box hit the elevator floor. Papers exploding out of the top of box and filled the elevator but the look on his face said he didn’t care, he was staring in the face of his long lost best friend. She didn’t look too much like herself then she did back in high school. As a matter of fact she looked like she had been through hell, and she was on crutches; man, what happened to her!

“Monica Grey.” Gray’s voice sounded almost in a daze as he looked directly at her. Without giving her any warning he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Silence filled the elevator and he slid his foot to keep the door from closing. He couldn’t help it, she was one of the few people who he got closed to who didn’t care where he came from or who his parents were. She treated him like a normal person instead of some rich kid and that meant the world to him. 

After a good while, he let her go giving her a bright smile. “It’s great to see you again. 5, 12 right? Let me put away my stuff and I’ll come by.”