We are both spies. We were both sent to kill each other at a party, cleanly and without detection. Both dressed in formal suits we are looking around for each other. We are both in a disguise to hide our true identity. I get into the elevator with you not knowing you were the other spy. You also didn’t know I was a spy. The elevator gets stuck.

I sigh and repeatedly push the button and mutter annoyed

“Oh, come on. This is a bad time for this.”