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When I asked if you wanted to "ride along", you probably noticed my cheeks turn bright red, I didn't mean to sound so perverted. Your simple "sure" confirmed the self-conscious alarm going off in my head. You should expect another scandalous slip-up or awkward babble on our next chance meeting. I'm clumsy when I get nervous.


If I don't smile, and keep my head down, or look through my purse too much, it just means, "I'm anxiously happy to see you again. It makes my day so much better".


My bitchiness is hiding the butterflies in my stomach.


You couldn't possibly understand my horrible habit of over-analyzing your every move, after our encounters. I've decided your "You too.", was just your coy way of telling me you think I'm as beautiful as a young Audrey Hepburn with the sex appeal of a Victoria's Secret model, that drives you crazier than that final level of Halo you just can't seem to beat.


It's probably best that you don't, I have a tendency to misinterpret crazy for cutesy.


I always notice you pass by my office on the way to the bathroom. I'm glad you haven't discovered the restroom on your floor because the best part of my day is when I look up and we share that momentary smile. When this happens, things don't seem to suck.


I suppose this is my love letter. Redeemable at any closing elevator door, should I slide in at the last second one day and you feel an overwhelming urge to kiss me.


You look like a boy who holds the door open for every one and honestly enjoys doing it. I thought I saw those manners in others before only to realize how foolish I can be, but I still endlessly look for the goodness in people every day, in the blankest of faces, because of nothing more than a childish dream, a smirk, and eyes that always look up. I pray that I always do.


I know your charm is just an auto-pilot function, but that's alright by me. I'm not high maintenance, I just want a boy who can make me smile. There's no limit to how many times you can tug on my heartstrings, so have at it.


Promise our timing can always be that good. I'll be expecting you, should our paths cross again, to keep the door open.

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INT. - ELEVATOR -DAY


GIRL, mid 20's, pretty, dressed in young, yet professional business attire steps into the elevator door. She turns, presses the button for her office floor and the doors begin to close. She hears footsteps running towards the elevator, so she puts her hand in the door to hold it. BOY, mid-20's, dorkish-ly handsome, also dressed in young, but professional business attire runs towards the door and stops when he sees Girl standing there.


 


GIRL


Do you want to ride along?


 


BOY


(quickly)


Sure.


 


Boy gets into elevator. He presses the button for his floor.


(The rest of the dialogue is in voice over, unless otherwise noted.)


 


GIRL  


I didn't mean for that to sound so perverted.


                                                                          


BOY


I didn't mean to say that.


 


BOY (CONT'D.)


It just left my mouth quicker than "hell yes", in a rare moment of normalcy I am unnaccustomed to.


 


GIRL


You can probably see my cheeks turning a bright red. You should expect another scandalous slip up on our next chance meeting.


 


BOY


Don't expect that if we speak again. I'm not wired that way.


 


GIRL


I'm clumsy when I get nervous.


 


The elevator stops. Three more people get on. Boy and Girl lock eyes for a moment, then look away. Boy stares at his feet and begins to sway back and forth. Girl rummages through her purse, avoiding any eye contact Boy tries to make.


 


BOY


I really just want to say, "Nice to see you again. How's your day".


 


GIRL


I want to tell you how happy I am to see you again. It's the highlight of my day.


 


Elevator stops. Two people get out.


 


BOY


My awkward is just Morse code for an abundance of mean well.


 


GIRL


My bitchiness is just hiding the butterflies in my stomach.


 


Elevator stops. Girl gets out. Turns to Boy.


 


GIRL


(NOT V.O.)


Have a great day!


 


BOY


(NOT V.O.)


You too!


 


Elevator door closes. Boy rides to his floor, gets out. He walks down the hallway saying hi to co-workers and beginning his daily routine.


 


BOY


You don't know my tendency to overthink things. I told myself your "Have a great day", was just a way of telling me I look like a shirtless, Fight Club era, Brad Pitt and made you smile as warmly as YouTube videos of puppies wrestling kittens, wrestling with babies, until they all fall asleep in a cute pile of cuddle clumps.


 


INT. - HALLWAY - DAY


Girl walks down long hallway.


 


GIRL


You couldn't possibly understand my horrible habit of overanalyzing your every move. I've decided your, "You too", was just your coy way of telling me you think I'm as beautiful as a young Audrey Hepburn, with the sex appeal of a Victoria's Secret model, that drives you crazier than that last level of "Halo", you just can't seem to beat.


 


INT - OFFICE - DAY


Girl enters her office and sits. Boy enters his office and sits.


 


BOY AND GIRL


It's probably best that you don't.


 


GIRL


I have a tendency to misinterpret crazy for cutesy.


 


BOY


I have a habit of filing my optimism under imagination.


 


Girl sits at her desk, meandering through meaningless piles of paperwork and checking her computer. Boy does the same at his desk. Boy gets up and begins to walk.


 


INT. - HALLWAY - DAY


 


BOY


Sometimes I take the long route to the bathroom because it passes your office.


 


Boy walks past a Men's Restroom on his floor and heads towards the stairs.


 


GIRL


I'm really glad you haven't discovered the restroom on your floor.


 


Boy stops in front of Girl's office. Girl looks up.


 


GIRL


(CON'T.)


Because the best part of my day is when I look up.


 


BOY


And we exchange glances.


 


GIRL


We share that momentary smile.


 


BOY AND GIRL


When this happens....


 


BOY


Things aren't so bad.


 


GIRL


Things don't seem to suck.


 


INT. - OFFICE - DAY


Girl and Boy are sitting at their respective desks, typing on their computers.


 


BOY


This is not a love letter.


 


GIRL


I suppose this is my love letter.


 


BOY


It's a note of appreciation.


 


BOY AND GIRL


Redeemable at any closing elevator door.


 


BOY


Should you need it held.


 


GIRL


And you feel an overwhelming urge to kiss me.


 


Boy looks up from his desk to see Girl mingling with some of his co-workers. She is polite and cordial.


 


BOY


You look like a girl who thanks the waiter for the check, and means every word of it.


 


Girl notices Boy looking at her and smiles. She goes back to her conversation, but is not as focused.


 


GIRL


You look like a boy who holds the door open for everyone, and honestly enjoys doing it.


 


Boy snaps himself back to reality and continues working at his desk.


 


BOY


I've thought the same of others, based on more and been mistaken.


 


Girl walks away from the crowd and down the hall, glancing one last time over her shoulder in Boy's direction.


 


INT. - HALLWAY - DAY


 


GIRL


I thought I saw those manners in others before, only to realize how foolish I can be.


 


MONTAGE


Clips of people's faces, from other HitRECord videos play over the next few lines of dialogue.


 


BOY


But I still believe I see that same light emit from people every day. In the darkest


hallways....


 


GIRL


In the blankest faces.


 


BOY


Based on nothing more than hope....


 


GIRL


A childish dream....


 


BOY


Upturned lips....


 


GIRL


A smirk....


 


BOY


And eyes with a bit of sun in em'.


 


GIRL


That always look up.


 


BOY AND GIRL


I pray that I always do.


 


END MONTAGE.


 


INT. - OFFICE - END OF DAY


Boy and Girl gathering their things in their respective offices. And begin to walk towards the elevators on their floors. Girl presses elevator button.


 


GIRL


I know your charm is just an auto-pilot function, but that's alright by me. I'm not high maintenance.


 


Boy presses elevator button. The elevator "dings". The doors open. Boy gets in and presses "L".


 


INT. - ELEVATOR - END OF DAY


 


BOY


I know all your kindness is likely just cordial politeness, but that's all I need some days. I'm a simple man.


 


INT. - OFFICE HALLWAY - END OF DAY


 


GIRL


I just want a boy who can make me smile.


 


INT. - ELEVATOR - END OF DAY


 


BOY


Don't stop smiling. The world has no quota for heartwarming, so give it all you got. And promise me you'll never take the stairs. I'll be waiting for you....


 


INT. - OFFICE HALLWAY - END OF DAY


 


GIRL


I'll be expecting you to keep....


 


The elevator stops. Doors open. Girl is standing there. Their eyes meet. Girl steps in elevator. Both smile and look away.


 


BOY AND GIRL


The door open.


 


The elevator door closes.


 


THE END.

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HEY EVERYBODY!


 


SOOO.... HERE IT IS!!!! The final edit of "An Elevated Love Story" it's the high res version with a few new sound and picture fixes that I think make everything a little cleaner and more enjoyable for your viewing pleasure! 


Thank you again for all of your love on this little film!


 


xo


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It's been a year in the making... but HERE IT IS!


NOTE: I can not thank blbest enough for inspiring me to be brave and make this movie!!!!


Hope you all enjoy it!


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