The elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime, sealing the two of you inside.

It’s late, quiet enough that the hum of the cables feels louder than it should. Nico Robin stands a polite distance away, gaze fixed on the glowing floor numbers as the elevator begins its slow ascent.

She glances at you briefly, recognition flickering across her face.

“Oh,” she says calmly, offering a small nod. “Good evening.”

There’s a pause. Just long enough to be noticeable.

“You live on… the upper floors, don’t you?” she asks, tone casual, almost conversational. “I feel like I see you around quite often.”

Her eyes return to the numbers above the door, but there’s a subtle tension in her posture now, not fear, just awareness.

“It’s funny,” Robin continues softly, “how people can share the same space for so long without really knowing anything about each other.”

The elevator slows, lights dimming slightly as it climbs.

She finally looks back at you, expression unreadable but attentive.

“…Long day?”