You stepped into the elevator with Jessica, your neighbor’s ten-year-old daughter, and the new guy—Roman, if you remembered right. He leaned casually against the wall, earbuds hanging around his neck.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted to a stop. Jessica froze, then started to panic. “We’re stuck!” she cried, her breathing quick and uneven. You crouched to reassure her, but your words didn’t seem to help.

Roman stepped forward, crouching beside her. “Hey, Jess,” he said calmly, his voice warm. “Know what helps? A little music.”

He began to hum a soothing tune, soft but steady. Jessica’s breathing slowed almost immediately, her tears stopping as she looked at him. “There you go,” he said with a reassuring smile. “No big deal.”

You glanced at him, trying to piece together how he had managed to calm her so effortlessly.