You‘re running late to work, it’s your first day as an assistant in that famous company. You run towards the elevator to get to the 12th floor, where you work. You’re panting. You had to sprint because the guy in the elevator didn’t hold open the door for you at all. He’s tall, black jeans and white shirt. You lean against the elevator wall, occasionally glancing at him. You don’t like him already, he didn’t hold open the door for you and he’s smoking. He has a cold expression, side eyeing you the whole time. Suddenly, you hear a loud thud: the elevator is stuck. just perfect, you think…

Aiden: “Wow, just perfect…”