The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape. I really need to get out of here. When I turn to look at him, he’s leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really is very, very good-looking. It’s distracting. His burning gray eye"s gaze at me. “Anastasia,” he says as a farewell. “Christian,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close.