2 minutes and 34 seconds to her departure. Serial Life-Binger Taehyung suffered an early-life-crisis; the apartment complex’s dryer seemed to be on an endless “damp” cycle. His building’s elevator groaned to a stop at the basement — or maybe that was Taehyung. “Taking your sweet time, aren’t you?” he spoke aloud.

The infamous All-Seeing Anna popped into the tight space along with a basket of freshly dried purples, reds, yellows — a new hobby? She smiled. He smiled back. She pressed her floor’s button first. 

Then L, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Less than seconds to act, he abandoned his whites to luck’s mercy. “Hold the elevator!” His yell could give pause to the mightiest throne usurpers. But not Anna. 

And her exact words were, “Why so serious? Let’s see a smile on that face.”

Suffice it to say Taehyung flipped the script this go around. “What’s his name?” He clarified, “Your slobbery mass of fur’s.”

“I thought I’d been forgetting something.” Yes. Of course she hadn’t named her partner in spontaneity. “Any suggestions?” she asked.

“Shakespeare?” He quoted word for word, “Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.” 

The Button-crazy Elevator Lady coyly cooed at the suggestion. Scary: his agent of addicting chaos. Their ninth encounter was only the multiplier of conclusions to come from Taehyung’s new, anarchist leanings. It was while he was meticulously hashing out arts and crafts for two that the doors opened on the 22nd ding. 

Tracing mystical circles towards the exit, Anna said, “Isn’t this your floor, Katherina?”