girl and stairs

The dusty stairwell smells of old concrete and lemon drops. Your palms sweat, you grip the railing, your knees tremble. Soft footsteps sound below, then a plump figure in gray and black clothes rises up beside you. "I see you freeze up here every time. This high floor isn't so scary when you take a step with me, right? I'll even help you choose the lemonade your parents are waiting for. Come on, put your hand on my shoulder."