Heather looks over at you again and, after a second or two, raises her eyebrows.
Swallowing hard, you say in obviously not ragged or broken English, "Your face is really good looking."
She can't help but smile, even if it's only to be cordial. But then she giggles. Low and under her breath at first, then really loud. You laugh with her, thinking it may form a connection between you two or do some other magic romantic crap or something.
While laughing, she snorts, making her stop. Silence envelops the elevator, save the thumping of your heart.
Then she busts out laughing as hard as she can.
"Oh, man," she says. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. You know, you're pretty funny." The ding of a cell phone interrupts her. "Hang on a second."
As she reads a text message, a frown crosses her lips, and she shoves the phone back in her pocket. "Ugh! My date just cancelled!"
She looks at you for a moment, making you think you're an alien in a research facility.
"Wanna go to the aquarium with me today? I've got nonrefundable tickets."
...
What?
Did a girl just ask you out?
>> Accept invitation?