Series of Shorts: A Most Humbling Moment

During my junior year of college, some friends and I decided to grab dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, on the ground floor of the Westchester Mall. I wanted to get cash before we got our table, so I excused myself and took the elevator to the fourth floor where the only ATM was. On the elevator ride back down, I was alone, and it stopped on the third floor. As the doors opened, I looked up and saw the most unbelievably gorgeous man I had ever seen in real life get into the elevator. Thick, dark, wavy hair that was styled a little long in that European way, green eyes, chiseled jaw, tall lean yet muscular body, wearing a suit and open trench. I swear there must have been a little man walking in front of him with a fan to create a breeze that delicately blew his hair, and lighting staff to illuminate him from behind. Or perhaps that was just the clouds parting and the heavens shining down on him; come to think of it, I think I heard a choir of angels singing. Our eyes met for a moment (although that stupified, open-jawed look probably isn't the best look for me.) As the doors closed and the elevator continued its descent, my heart was beating about a mile a minute, hoping that I didn't do anything stupid, like fart or burp or swallow too loudly. (Although maybe that last one would form ideas in his head to put odds in my favor…) Then, amazingly, he turned me and said, "Excuse me?" To ME! Trying to sound calm while adding some throatiness to my voice I turned to him to reply, "Yes?" He said, "I'm sorry, but you're blocking the directory and I need to see what floor Morton's Steakhouse is on." "Oh, I’m sorry!" I said, and moved out of the way. Thanks, God, thanks a lot.