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SAM the Super leant back in his chair, shaking his head at the leggy blonde and the big guy from the top floor as they stared into one another’s eyes like besotted teenagers on the lift’s security monitor. They were both oblivious to the fact that he’d sent the lift to the penthouse and back to the lobby twice already.

She was hard work, the blonde, the way she couldn’t just leave his little bit of fun with the lift well enough alone, but, he thought grudgingly, he admired her chutzpah. The other residents took his antics with the lifts for granted, but she never stopped trying to put things to rights. And while he was in a mood for admitting such things, he thought the new guy was all right too. He glanced at the box of cigars the guy had given him in thanks for helping him track down his bed.

Maybe he’d start to cut them a little slack. Maybe.

When the new guy reached up and cupped the blonde’s chin, running his thumb over her cheek, Sam’s mouth twitched in what felt like the beginnings of a warm smile.

When the black and white figures on the screen leant towards one another, clearly on the path to kissing, again, he mumbled beneath his breath, flicked off the monitor of the security camera. Sure, he liked to have his fun, a guy had to fill the hours of the day somehow, but they could keep their happily ever afters to themselves.

He pushed himself to standing with a groan and headed towards the service lift. It was time he changed the orange blossom mist in the foyer diffuser anyway.