He finally got it out and he got up and smiled at her. Her heart stopped beating. She was amazed by his beauty. He looked like he was sculptured too well by God. 
‘Thank-you’ She laughed, her cheeks flush red.
He too smiled and said something in French, Tiffany learnt enough French from her father to know what ‘you’re beautiful’ was. Tiffany wanted to get off on this floor, but no way was she going now! She had to stay in the elevator. She quickly flipped her hair back and strutted into the elevator like nothing had happened.