"Oh, hey, hold the door!" Erin called, jogging towards the elevator.

"Gladly, my lady," Andy said, gallantly placing a hand on the lip of the door to keep it from closing while the dark-haired receptionist breezed into the little room.

"Thanks a mil, she said, leaning against the rail.

"Not a problem, Miss Erinzona. Anytime you need someone to hold a door, I'm your man."

She giggled as he hit the ground floor button. "I should probably take the stairs or something, but I like the little dip when you get to your floor, y'know?"

"Who doesn't? Gotta love the elevator." This kicked a synapse in Andy's extensive mental lyrical database. "Lovin' the el-e-vay-tor," he paraphrased in a passable Stephen Tyler croon.

"Livin' it up as I'm goin' down," Erin chimed in.

"Yeah-heh!"

"I, uh, I forget most of the rest of it," she admitted.

"Oh, well--"

"Hold on," she interrupted, raising her index finger. The elevator was almost at the bottom and--yes--there was a little stomach-flipping dip right before the floor stopped moving and the doors slid open.

"Awesome," Andy stated.

She giggled again. "I know it's dorky..."

"No, it's cool. The little stuff in life, right?"

Erin nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh! Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she headed towards the door.

"Bet your bottom dollar!" he called after her.


A/N: Writing Andy dialogue is always like some kind of surprise voodoo. I never know what obscure references are going to pop out of his mouth. I don't control my characters... THEY CONTROL ME! Anyway, isn't Erin a cutie-pie? She and Andy are like magical singing elves that spread light and wonder wherever they tread.