The beating of your heart explodes in your ears with each step toward the elevator, and your hands tremble like a spastic colon. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. She's so pretty, and you're probably a hideous gargoyle or something.
Too late to back out now; she sees you. Time stops, and you seriously consider running away like a certain crustacean doctor from Decapod 10. What should you do? You aren't mentally prepared to handle this. You can't do this. You can't talk to a person, much less a girl.
Obviously you're the next iteration in human evolution. You are clearly the first of a new superspecies that will lead humanity into an era of peace and prosperity.
Too bad the new super race can't talk to girls.
She offers a coy smile, and you feel yourself burst into flames in an anime-like fashion. In your mind's eye, you shout with a loud shout in rapture.
Then the elevator dings.
All alone with her on an elevator, both you look forward awkwardly, trying not to be awkward, which makes it even more awkward. You should say something. You should really say something.
Seriously, you really need to say something.
>> Introduce yourself?