In The Elevator

There may be nothing to this, but here goes.
You know how you realize you may have been spared from danger, but it doesn't click in your head until you're safely away from the situation?
Last week, I walked into the front entrance of a hospital. As I entered, I heard a person say, "Get out of the car," to a man who looked to be in his mid to late 20's. He got out silently and walked into the lobby. Before going to the elevators, I stopped to check my planner to confirm the floor and office number of my doctor's office: 3rd floor.  Then I got on. I was the only passenger. At the second floor, the same man got on the elevator. WHEN THIS HAPPENS, AND I FEEL WEIRD, I USUALLY GET OFF BEFORE THE DOORS CLOSE. He stood across from me and faced me. I nodded to acknowledge his presence. He didn't respond. When the doors closed, I felt a bit uncomfortable. He rubbed his nose a couple of times and appeared tense. When the doors opened for the 3rd floor, I dashed out. I put the uncomfortable feeling out of my mind. When I left the doctor's office, the same man was in the hallway. When he saw me, he abruptly entered another office waiting room.
Nothing happened, and I'm thankful.
I wish I'd handled it differently, though.
Sylvia
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