The Elevator Pitch

Sam: I swear I'm not following you. We just work on the same floors now, apparently.

Jamie: Right. The universe and its impeccable timing.

Sam: Or... a broken elevator.

Jamie: Either way, you finally have two minutes to pitch that apology you've been working on.

Sam: Who says I've been working on an apology?

Jamie: Please. I know that look. You've been rehearsing.

Sam: Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I was an idiot. A coward. And I should have—

Jamie: Stopped at 'idiot.' That one I believe.

Sam: Can we start over? New floor, new chance?

Jamie: We're stuck between floors, Sam.

Sam: Exactly. Nowhere to go but up.