So, this is my very first story on this site! Yay! It's mostly in Clove's POV.
Hope you like!
Clove and Cato
I push the button, and the doors open immediately. "Push it in, Cato!" Cato and I are pushing around a mall cart. Not a shopping cart, a mall cart. Yes, those ones for little kids. Cato and I used it to put our coats in instead. "It doesn't fit!" he calls.
"Move it diagonally!" I reply.
He moves it diagonally. This time, it fits. Barely. And just as I'm about to step in, the doors close. Thanks a lot, Cato. So I jab the darn button again.
And again.
And again.
And again and again and again.
Unfortunately, the doors don't open. So I waited for a few minutes. I wonder what's happened. By now, a small crowd has formed, waiting for the elevator. Some are rather impatient, such as the lady with a fake fur coat and red stilettos. Finally, finally, the doors open.
Cato is still inside. He smiles at me apologetically. "Sorry, I couldn't get it out."
The impatient lady speaks up. "Well he made me wait a full minute for the elevator! I'm calling security!" She marches off in a huff.
Whoops.