"Yes mam … I'll have it there early tomorrow morning … yes I understand … I guess I could do that. Listen I have to let you go ... yes I will," A blond haired man stepped into the elevator closing his cell phone as he did.
As the doors were beginning to close a smaller man pushed his way inside and pushed the button beside the door indicating what floor he wished to go to.
"Yes sir … not a problem." He was still talking into his cell phone.
The blonde looked at the brunette. Didn't he know that he was going to lose signal as soon as the doors closed?
"I have the reports with me," here it comes the doors are closing, "I'll bring them with me to the meeting … yes sir. I'm sure I could so that for you …"
The words being said faded from hearing as the blonde man stared at the lips making the sounds. They we so soft looking, they almost looked like candy waiting to be tasted. They moved with such grace that demanded a dancing partner.
"Can I help you?" A voice cut through thoughts that could catch a building on fire.
The blonde visibly flinched at being caught staring. "Actually yes." The cocky man replied before he pushed the man into the side of the elevator pressing his own lips to those he was watching earlier.
They tasted wonderful. More then he had imagined.
Ding.
And then it was all over, the spell broken.
The brunette moved away from the blonde and out the doors.
"Squall Leonhart," was all he said as the doors closed.
For all those people who don't know this, this is a reproduction of a commercial. What commercial you ask? Well Roger's telephone. It was originally made to show that they have better coverage then anybody else. And you know what! I think it works better that there is a little elevator groping at the end. Too bad the Rogers people didn't know that. Oh well.