Heat in the stairwell

It was an ordinary Tuesday evening, and the quiet of the apartment building was only disturbed by the low hum of the elevator. Clara, the young property manager, had finally sorted her documents properly after a long day with tenants and repairs. She was about to close the last file when she saw a dark figure downstairs. The soft lights in the stairwell cast a mysterious shadow over the man who introduced himself with self-assured language - Alex, the new tenant on the ground floor. His gaze was intense, and Clara couldn't prevent her heart from beating faster. He had charming features and a more mysterious smile as he talked about the challenges of moving house. During the conversation, she noticed how close he was getting to her as he spoke of the many stairs he had to climb. Their eyes met, and in that moment, the tension between them was almost palpable. Clara felt a heated wave flow through her body while Alex leaned over to say something softly. “I hope to get to know you better soon.” His voice was rough and seductive. She felt her breathing quicken and there was a tingling expectation in the air that could no longer be ignored. Her hands instinctively found themselves on the wall to support themselves. The game of gazes became more intense, and just before she could retreat, another tenant stepped out of his apartment and disturbed the stinging intensity between them. The conversation was over abruptly, and Clara felt as though someone had pulled the plug. However, the spark that had arisen in this stairwell had not disappeared. Unspoken, the wish to stand alone in the stairwell next time remained unmistakable. Her imagination about what could have happened was almost overwhelmed with impatient thoughts. What would happen if they were alone again?