Confession #78419 – The Elevator Pitch Gone Wrong

I met him in an elevator. Which sounds like the start of a bad rom-com, but this was very much not that. I’d just come from the pool, still damp, wrapped in a towel I’d stolen from the cabana. He stepped in on the 10th floor, sunglasses on inside like he’d earned the right, wearing a shirt that probably cost more than my entire suitcase. We did that awkward “who presses the button” dance and then rode in silence for…