#dianagupta

She’d bought a large can of root beer and a bag of gummy bears from the convenience store in preparation for her own little movie night. She wasn’t sure what to watch, probably something with a bit of action. It was a lazy day for her, as it so often was, so she decided to take the elevator despite the fact she’d already committed to walking up a flight. Sheridan tapped her foot and watched impatiently for the number above the elevator to reach 2 as it had been stuck on the ground floor for about a minute now. Sure, it would’ve been faster to just go back to the stairs but she was a stubborn girl. Sheridan wanted to take the elevator so God knows she will.

The doors opened, only one other person was inside. Lucky day. It was the little Indian girl that Sheridan had taken a liking to. At least, in a ‘piss you off until you storm out’ kind of way...She still didn’t even know her name. Upon sight of her, Sheridan crossed her arms, feeling the awkward tension grow. Stomping in, she pressed the button for the third floor and looked in the other direction. Even so, she could feel the gaze of the young woman on her.

“Uh, can I help you with somethi-” Sheridan didn’t finish for, just as the elevator began to move upwards, it made a strange and jolted stop. Had it...broken? The light above them flickered. “Fuck. Seriously?!”

Figures she’d be here. As everyone sat in rows with their lawn chairs, blankets, and even cars, the feeling of a nice neighbourly social event seemed to be unfolding perfectly. And, of course, wherever there was unity and peace, there was someone to fuck it all up. Someone ruining the social scene and being unconventional in any way possible. Sheridan took it upon herself to be that fuck up but she wasn’t exactly sure how to do it just yet Seeing the little young woman who Sheridan had successfully aggravated just weeks before was pretty good inspiration though.

She sauntered up beside her and looked straight ahead as she spoke. “Wow, lookie here. Hey there, sweetie. Come here often?”