Dear Girl Who Accidentally Touched My Bird in The Elevator,
So I was standing in the elevator minding my own business, right? And I was busy talking to The Mordo and Helga, minding my own business when your group just came in barging. I counted between 7-10 people. It should’ve been an ordinary crowded elevator moment. But you had to come in, texting and not minding your surroundings and swinging your arms like crazy. Yep, swinging your arms like crazy in a crowded elevator.
Guess where your hand landed.
Reenactment
So, Girl Who Accidentally Touched My Bird in The Elevator, I usually don’t mind. Accidents do happen, you know. But it was really amusing to see you stop in your tracks, freeze for around thirty seconds, panic written accross your face. At this point I was so fucking trying to keep my laughter in. So I decide to do what any other gentleman would do: stare at you and keep the awkwardness up for the long elevator ride from the 25th floor down to the ground floor.
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...mangina? 
