I hate Wednesday. I usually facing Wednesday blues instead of Monday blues like others. That's why everything on Wednesday might gone wrong. I wake up late, cannot finish my lower eyelines' mascara and I don't have time to grab my coffee. I rush in when the elevator door re-open after it almost close just now.   Oh, the chiselled jawline lady.   "Morning," she spoke first while I'm still dazing. Either because of my blues or because I heard her voice for the first time. No, this is not the first time.   "Thank you very much,"   "Most welcome, floor miss?"   "A-ahh, t-twenty two please, thanks" I mutter back to her question but she raises her right eyebrow then, puzzles or confusing by herself.   "Was you the person that I met before? Few days ago right?"   She notices. Bahahahaha! Giving her my wide smile and giggling towards her question. "Yes I am and finally you notice people around you."   "Why wouldn't I?"   "Maybe today you a bit more comfortable than usual? Or that might be the safest word I can say,"   "Safest?"   "The rest mostly sounds rude or at least I thought it is rude."   "Shoot! What you have there in your thoughts then?"   I chuckles. "You don't want to know."   She's grinning, we both not looking to each other and pay most attention to the digital number rising up to the 22nd floor. "Since you have watching me these few days, you must have been attracted to me."   "Why on earth make you think like that?" I smirk and turn now, le