The elevator doors rattled open, and I raised my eyes from the papers on the table. A rather short but well-statured lady in her mid-thirties stepped out, and I could see how her light blue gaze began to waver as she noticed me. She blushed faintly, and her hand touched the long and straight straw-coloured hair, briefly and hesitatingly. I examined her with some mild curiosity. The light yellow dress and the matching bonnet, gloves and handbag were brand new, and stylish in a way that made me sure she belonged to a well-respected and wealthy family. She looked around in bewilderment, clasped her handbag tighter, as if trying to recover, and then forced herself to walk on. The carpeted floor muffled her footsteps as she passed me to the leftward corridor.