[Scene 1: Elevator | Voiceover + Visual]

I’m standing in the elevator at work.

Wearing the exact shirt she complimented on our date.

Phone in my pocket.

Still no reply to the “got home safe?” text I sent last night.

The doors close.

I look at myself in the elevator mirror.

I don’t look desperate.

I don’t look weird.

I just look… easy to forget.

And that’s what hurts the most.

[Scene 2: Flashback Montage | Voiceover]

Because deep down…

I know I didn’t mess it up.

I wasn’t awkward.

I didn’t say anything stupid.

I even walked her to her car and said, “Text me if you get home safe.”

She smiled. Nodded.