Angel stands near one corner of the elevator, grocery bags in tow, and a tall gentleman stands in front of the elevator’s control panel. This is REESE GECKO. His most notable features are his black, plastic “Buddy Holly” frame glasses, and a pale, crescent shaped face, with stubble lining his jaw line. His age is somewhere around 28 or so. He’s dressed in a nice clean dress shirt, slightly puffy from being tucked in, under an ill-fitting suit. He’s currently nose-deep in the latest copy of …And Other Ramblings magazine and mumbling something about Bruce Campbell. He’s trying to be silent, but is still audible.

Angel now decides to join the conversation already in progress.

Reese looks up now, and back at Angel.

Reese chuckles a bit and then looks back at Angel.

He reaches his hand in so she can shake it, and she does.

Angel nods.

Angel nods.

He holds up his copy.

All of a sudden, there’s this terrible roar of gears and a violent bounce of the elevator. It’s stopped.

Then, she slowly slides down back into the corner. Reese is trying to pry the door, but it’s no use. He’s not freaking out…just turned up to eleven.

She doesn’t, but nods anyway.

They say that nervousness effects people in many ways; Reese seems to be experiencing all at once. He’s begun subtle, but constant fidgeting, and his voice is erratic.

He stops every few words to look down at Angel.

He shudders at the last bit.

She winces.

The thought does seem to freak him out. He’s slowed and less jerky in movement. His head lowers.

With a slight chuckle, he slides down into the space next to Angel. He begins looking through one of the grocery bags and retrieves a bag of chips. She would’ve tried to stop him, but before she knew it, he had it open and a handful in his mouth, proceeding down his throat.

He starts moving on to the cookies.

He says rubbing his hands together to rid them of Cheeto dust and cookie crumbs.

Angel reaches in the bag to the left of her and pulls out an orange juice box and hands it to him.

He shakes it a bit, then frees the straw from its protective wrapping, plunges it in and sucks down the sweet nectar inside. Watching him all this time, Angel wonders how he remains so thin eating like a pig.

Now, she wonders how he eats at all. He puts the cookies and things back in their bags.

Another terrible creak and violent bump, and they’re moving again. They both jump to their feet as the elevator moves on to their destination. The door finally opens to the fifth floor and they both walk out, Reese lets Angel off first.