Will I Have to Play Along?

He stands as confident as Lex Luther minus the sinister looks but with an ounce of boyish grin.

He enters the room and I can't help but look, still afraid of getting caught.

He joins me in the elevator and shared some 15 floors to endure. I was standing behind him and he didn't look back. Tongue-tied, I wasn't even able to at least say, "Hi!"

Anticipating we touch the ground, I shifted my gaze from the door to the steel cage that reflected his frame.

I silently froze...

It was me he was staring at.