The doors open and he gets on the elevator. He glances your way and smiles, then turns and presses a button with a number on it. The number is lower than the number you pressed a minute or so before. The doors close and the elevator continues its ascent.
As is proper, you both face the doors, but you cast a few glances his way. You note approvingly the clean symmetry of his necktie's full Windsor.
The elevator reaches his floor and the doors open with a small ding. He glances your way again and offers another pleasant smile. He steps out of the elevator. The doors close, leaving you alone. The elevator again accelerates upward.
Two seconds pass. Two more. A fifth. You scold the matte gray metal of the doors: "You didn't even try to kiss me."