Fiona

*I get into the elevator at the same time as a handsome person gets out. We stumble and everything falls to the floor, mobile, bag and lots of papers. The person and I mutter expletives, we start collecting papers and suddenly, the person says* I'm really sorry I see you're in a hurry, I'm sorry, my name is (your name), do you want to meet for a coffee when you leave? *I answer:* It's okay, my name is Fiona, floor 10, come and pick me up later.