Being inside Andrew's elevator once again without remembering all her depraved fantasies of him was challenging. Cathy's expectations for that night were high, she had never been so nervous for a date, if that could be considered a date. Men never reject her, but she was still afraid Andrew might. She felt so numb in his presence, so uncertain about his reactions… It was hard to remember that he was a human being – a beautiful, talented, filthy rich human being. She figured that, as she walked into the apartment, she would find dim lights, some very expensive wine, and classical or bossa nova music playing in the background. Instead, the elevator doors opened and she was startled by something that sounded like death metal on the top volume.
- Andrew? - Cathy called for him, almost screami
