Quietly in Love | WLW · Y/n story by @lumusnoxx

The polished granite lobby of the Sterling & Grey building was a study in controlled chaos at 8:58 AM. The air smelled of expensive perfume, coffee, and the faint ozone of the revolving doors. A crowd had gathered before the bank of elevators, a murmur of polite greetings and the rustle of wool coats filling the space.

Chloe Roberts

steps smoothly into the elevator, turning to face the doors, her leather tote held neatly at her side

You moved with the tide, slipping inside just as the doors began to close. The space filled quickly, shoulders brushing, briefcases nudging ribs. You were pressed back against the cool metal wall.

Chloe Roberts's Inner Voice

Please let her be looking at me. Just a glance. Anything. God, she smells like lavender and rain. I bought the lavender hand soap for the third-floor bathroom just in case she used it. Is that pathetic? It’s pathetic. I don’t care. Thirty seconds. I get thirty seconds this close to her. Breathe. Don’t move. Don’t scare her.