New Girl

She gets into the lift, the new girl who moved into the building last week. We exchange smiles and say hi.

Standing there, I admire her beauty, perfectly kept blonde hair, a figure that's like a perfect hourglass, she's wearing a red dress that cuts off just above the knees, her smell reminds you of a peaceful garden by a stream.

My mind races, I try to think of something perfect to say.

Watch anything good on TV lately?

Read anything good lately?

Lived in this area long?

Finally the perfect question springs to mind.

"What about this awful weather?"