Maybe he passed by and took the staircase while I was lost in my own thoughts.
I usually reach college by 10:30 a.m. when it is buzzing with people, but today it was unusually quiet when I walked in at 9.27 a.m. I walked into the office, logged in for the day and came out and stood outside the lift. It was on the 8th floor. I might just take the stairs. No, let's wait. I just talked myself into taking the lift. As I was looking towards the entrance, two men walked in. I didn't notice the one on my left but did glance at the man walking towards me. It was a brief glance at his existence: he wore a white, long-sleeved T-shirt and probably blue pants, athletic build. I wanted to avoid making eye contact, so I looked away and didn't take note of his face. This is what my brain registered, attractive physique, without even observing him. He probably walked into the office, if not, then into HD Department. The lift was probably on 6th floor when that man walked in. I was now looking at the numbers. 5...4...3...2...1...0.