Robert woke up still groggy from his vacation. Nothing went as planned and in his opinion it was a wreck. But that was behind him. He got up and went to make his eggs. He opened the foam container that held the fragile eggs but instead of the 12 that were supposed to be neatly arranged in the packaging, there  were eleven. He cracked two eggs in the pan with one hand (a trick he had picked up a couple of months back) and prepared his morning coffee. He ate quickly and got dressed and was out the door eleven minutes before he had to leave.

Later that day he went to grab lunch with a few coworkers he had befriended in the past couple of weeks. He had a roast-beef sandwich, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and opened up the wallet to pull out the last eleven dollars to pay for his meal. Back at work he handed his boss his eleven page TPS-report, including the newest, updated cover-page, and headed home early to hopefully meet Mary for a quick bite to eat and maybe a movie. He counted their dates as he walked to the car. Tonight would be the eleventh of what he considered date and he was excited. By this time, he was in the car, turning the key in the ignition. He lifted his foot off the brake and made his way out of the parking lot to 11th Street.

Robert's hands were tingling and he felt like he was on top of the world as Mary got in the car. She seemed to enjoy dinner as well as the movie. She buckled her seat-belt, leaned back into her seat, and let out a sigh. The two of them made small talk for the short drive to the apartment building in which the both lived. It seemed like an eternity to Robert as he was beginning to feel butterflies in his stomach as he pulled into the parking lot, and it only got worse as the got out of the car, and it was nearly unbearable as walked through the door.

They said their usual musings about enjoying the evening, and Mary turned to get in the elevator. Robert lightly touched her arm before she walked away, something between them clicked and she turned around with a innocent, beautiful look on her face. He took a step forward to close the gap between them and moved his head closer to hers. To Robert this felt like the longest few seconds of his life. His lips met hers and the world around them exploded, it seemed to them like nothing mattered aside from what was between them at that very moment. They pulled away from each other as though they both knew exactly what the other felt. Robert's eyes were closed and he just listened to Mary's breathing, now heavier than before. And he just listened as her breathing faded, as his arms brushed against his pants at his side, as the elevator doors closed, and he kept listening with his eyes closed as the elevator rose. And he sat there, for hours, just listening with his eyes closed.