"... not the time for it"

The following scene is in a residents' elevator, ten minutes after the previous scenario...

Adam whistles as he rocks back and forth on his feet.
He stares at the elevator screen, hoping with all his might that the elevator would stop at a certain floor and a certain person would enter.

21, 20, 19, 18...
The elevator screen flashes those numbers.

"Come on, come on..." Adam urges the screen to pause at his new favorite number.
'Yes!' he screams in his head when the screen flashes 16 with a typical elevator beep!

A blonde girl enters the elevator. She freezes when she notices the dark-haired guy, whistling away.
This is not what she wants. It's just not the time for it.

Ivy's grip on her violet sling bag tightens and she prays to God for a miracle - to glue Adam's mouth shut.
She does not want to put up with him.

"Serious face," Adam smirks.
She ignores him and looks forward at the screen.

'Why's the elevator going so slow? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,' she thinks to herself, chanting those two words in her head and heart.

Adam looks at Ivy's blonde hair sweeping her back.
'What's up with her? She's crankier than usual,' he thinks, confused.

Then he notices that Ivy's shaking. Her shoulders, her head - her entire body is just shaking.
Adam's first instinct was to hold her in his arms and ask her what's wrong.

But he knows that he'd either get slapped or sued - or probably both.
So he decides to go for another option - turn up his cockiness a higher notch.

"Boyfriend broke up with you?" he says.
Ivy winces at that sneering tone of his.

'I don't need this right now,' she thinks to herself.
She cringes when she lets out a loud sob.

"How long was it? A week? Two?" Adam asks.

And that was it. She can't just take it anymore.
Ivy turns around and Adam faces, not that cheery blonde he joked around with a few weeks ago, but a distraught-looking teen, runny mascara and nose leaving very unflattering trails on her face.

But it isn't that that caused Adam to take a step back - it's that anger burning in her eyes.
"When will you ever shut up? No, no breakup." Ivy lets out a bitter laugh. "I wasn't even taken! My uncle's in a coma, okay?"

God may not have given the right miracle but it's a miracle, nevertheless because the minute she says the last word, the bell rings and she runs out of the elevator as fast as her legs could carry her.