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The boy seems worked up. His jaw is clenched, and he is jiggling his hand in the pocket of his baggy jeans
I take an elevator back down to the seventy- eight-floor sky lobby, still full of people rushing to get to work.I dont notice Hip-Hop boy until after I step onto the express elevator.
At first, I think he's just pissed about something, and then I see the gleam of tears in his eyes. Hes upset, and mad all at the same time.
What happened to him in the ten minutes since I saw him last?
"Hey," I say and realize its the second time Ive said that to him, and that each time it meant completely different things.
He glances up at me as the elevator jerks. I grab the rail, panicked, then feel stupid when I realize the elevator has started going down.
He doesnt say anything, so I stare up at the red numbers, willing them to flick downward, and try to forget about him. In a manner of minutes we'll be at the lobby, and I'll never see him again.
"Do you normally stare at people like that?" I snap, figuring for sure he's looking at me like that because of the scarf.
I look up to see him straing at me.
And there's a THUD, and the elevator swings crazily. Then we drop into free fall.
"You're the one--" he says,
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