Continuation of "Stuck or Not"

He hesitated. He didn’t want to look nervous like he felt. He was all shaken inside. He reversed without much concentration. “Watch it you moron”, an old lady screamed as he screeched the tyres. He rolled his eyes and eased his car into the narrow slot he found at the parking lot. He squeezed out of the car after his last check in the review mirror. He walked into the law firm.

Bimpe stared hard at the elevator screen. It had been stuck on the sixth floor for close to fifteen minutes. “Even if it’s a football team”, she said to herself. She didn’t want to have her soon to be ex-husband staring at her as she walked in or causing unnecessary interruptions because she was late. She just wanted to be in and out. Simple! Three then two then one, it finally turned to zero. Bimpe hurried in amidst the shoving by the crowd all impatient to get to their various destinations. “Please hold on”, a voice so familiar, a voice she had heard more than she wanted. It was too late. Ifeanyichukwu was inside the same elevator!

They were alone and nothing could possibly be more awkward. She brought out her phone and he stared at his wristwatch like his eyeballs could freeze the ticking hands of his time piece. They badly wanted to avoid the elephant in the room but then again, it was an elephant! “Erm”, they said at the same time and for two seconds or less, they both giggled and forgot that they were here for the most difficult thing. Something they swore before God that they were never going to come to. It was for better or worse right? They became aware that the elevator had stopped moving. The law firm always had this issue. “Does he miss me?” “She looks good though” “I am sure he has slept with five hundred girls since me!” “For her to look this good, a new man must be in her life”. A long, piercing siren made them aware that they had not pressed the floor they were going to. They stretched their fingers simultaneously and something inexplicable happened to both of them. Bimpe jerked backwards and crashed into his solid chest.

 She knew that she belonged there but not with all this hurting. He lifted her head with her chin and wondered what in God’s name was going on. This wasn’t right, not here or now. She was the one who filed for divorce. He was the one who cheated but came home to cry wolf. He hit her sometimes but he was back to looking into her eyes that used to bear love for him but all he saw was pain. He just wanted to kiss it all away. Bimpe stretched on her tip toes in spite of her mind’s warning. Their lips met. She shuddered as she wrapped her arms around his head and he around her waist. His breath was ragged as she bit his lips the way she knew drove him wild. The four walls couldn’t handle the level of intimacy that exuded from both of them. The beep of the elevator threw them apart. So did the doors. She couldn’t look at him. He knew they just made the process harder. She walked out confused as hell and towards the ladies. He walked towards the conference room while cleaning the lipstick from his lips and wondering if her cologne would ever be forgotten.