STILL HERE

Eleven was in the lift with her laundry bag when I got in with my bike. I noticed the button to floor five had been pressed and pressed for six.
‘Hello, you still here then?’ she said. ‘haven’t seen you for a while, I thought you’d moved.’
‘No, I’m still here,’ I said, gesturing with my arm in the direction of my flat.
There was a slight pause during which she looked down at her feet and I was about to tap her on the shoulder to get her attention when she said, ‘cold, isn’t it?’
‘Tell me about it,’ I said.
‘You warm up when you ride,’ she said pointing at me and making a pedalling motion with her arms and hands.
I got out the lift and said, ‘bye then.’
‘Bye,’ she said, ‘nice to see you.’