“Put two people who hate each other in an elevator for 12 hours. What happens?”
“This is so your fault,” said Clare, irrationally certain that the fact that Colin had stopped the doors from closing in order to catch the elevator had been what caused it to stop mid-way down from their office on the 12th floor.
“Oh, sure. You would say that,” Colin returned. “If you hadn’t been so adamantly trying to close the doors on me, I wouldn’t have had to slam against them to keep them open. And believe me, if I knew it was you in here, I wouldn’t have rushed.” He said this last bit under his breath, but she heard him and chose to ignore him, staring sulkily at the elevator buttons.