<div class="floatright">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/TangibleSecondaryCreature-size_restricted.gif)</div>For a second, the numbers didn't dawn on Olivia. She simply recognized the 8th floor. She made her way up from the chair, tucking it back in along the table so as not to leave it lounging about, just a bit of etiquette she'd picked up over the years.<br/><br/>Olivia made her way to the elevator as directed by Jaclyn's movement. She began walking alongside Jaclyn... as if to ensure there was plenty of support for the attentiveness Olivia had been projecting all along.<br/><br/>The elevator was closer and closer with every few steps, and the slight lean to Jaclyn's posture was more and more delightfully inviting.<br/><br/>Finally, Olivia didn't bother asking for permission. She waited for one more slant, and she simply helped herself to Jaclyn's left arm, draping it over her shoulder, and sliding her own right arm around Jaclyn's pack. Perfectly supportive.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>My God... it's like her body was made to fit in my arms.</em></span>- Olivia mulled over quietly. Finally, in front of the elevator itself... she waited for the jingle, and the doors passing open. Olivia smiled at the pair of men stepping off it, going on about their night in the midst of their own business discussion.<br/><br/>Olivia stepped inside... and for the first time since walking with Jaclyn, let herself voice to the pretty blonde, her ambition for the moment.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"You know... I was hoping we'd have the elevator to ourselves.."</span>she murmured playfully as the door jingled again, and the door slid shut.<br/><br/>This was going to be a long 8 floor climb.