My Preoccupation

So there we were, one person who probably can't even stand the other, one person who would like nothing more than to just ditch this whole event to talk to the first. Our conversation was polite, but too vague. And even thought it was the most awkward elevator ride, I thought that I never wanted it to reach your floor. But it did, and when I got out I realized I could still smell your lingering cologne, hear your voice in my ears, and as soon as those doors opened again, I ran as fast as I could through the hotel lobby, away from any remnants of you.