15. Our muses are destined to be eternal acquaintances. Awkward hellos, vague sense of trust, but nothing deep and never more than small talk.
James saw her every morning.
Amy saw him every morning.
There were only passing ‘hellos’ and ‘good days’, the occasional weather talk. But, all of it was done out of polite recognition to the other. Once, or a few times, they had entered more personal topics, everything rather basic though. They knew each other’s names and occupations, or in James’s case, he was still finishing up uni. James knew Amelia had a fiance named Rory, and Amelia knew James had a sort-of-girlfriend named River. Other than that, the ginger-headed female knew nothing else of the floppy-haired brunet. There was very few additional information.
On all accounts, both twenty-three year olds were interesting people; a couple of chatty youths. But, they only really ever saw each other on the lift; sometimes in the laundry room of the apartment building they lived in.
Amy never really saw the point in becoming besties since they lived on entirely different floors and led entirely different lives. The only reason they shared a lift every morning was simply because they shared the same morning schedule. James’s first class was at 8:30, and Amy had to be at the newspaper office at 8:00. So, when she descended the two floors down, the astronomy major would be there waiting. The first few times it had occurred, Amelia though he was some weirdo stalker, but after a brief, yet grueling interrogation, the assumption was tossed away.
James had taken minimal offence to the accusations; but offence was taken nonetheless. For the following couple weeks after the incident, their lift rides were filled with unbreakable tension, each all too eager for the ride down to end. Later on, the tension did exaporate but there was no willingness to become friends.E
Each thought, ‘What was the point?’
Each had their own batch of friends.
Each were content.
Perhaps there had been an opportunity of a blossoming friendship. But soon Rory and Amy married and their salaries increased; they wanted kids; they could afford a proper house. The goofy, uni-graduate was moving on with his own life. River becoming his proper, steady girlfriend. There were no lift rides to share any longer. There was neither any room to miss one another.
After all, there were only acquaintances.