They both walked out of the office. Lucky for them, most of the staff had left, leaving them two to ride the elevator. They stepped in but upon the feeling of the motion of the machine. Andy closed her eyes and grabbed Mickey's arm tightly.
"Hey," Mickey held Andy's hand as she clung to his arm firmly. "Do I need to worry about you?" he asked, grabbing Andy's hand, encasing with his.
Andy shooked her head, leaning against Mickey's sidearm. "I think I need to have my eyes checked again. My prescriptions may not be befitting my eyes anymore." She fibbed. Still, her eyes closed.
Andy knew it was a lie, and she also knew the very reason why she was sick.
"Agree, maybe we could go together," Mickey said, adjusting his eyeglasses.
Andy felt the elevator stopped,
