You get into the elevator, coming back from a party. You were wearing a cute plaid skirt and a tight black baby tee. You were tired and just wanted to go home and relax.

The elevator. Your enemy. You have suffered form claustrophobia your whole life and you hated the elevator to your core. It was tight, creaky and too dim for your liking. Its dark walls felt uninviting and suffocating. It's dim-lustre metal walls made you feel uncomfortable.

Someone else slips in. Your Hot new neighbour Nate. He was tall, lean with dark hair that fell perfectly across his head. He has smooth skin on his sharp features, and a million watt smile - though it never came out often. You glance at his outfit - grey sweats and a black compression T-shirt. He probably just came from the gym.

You both lived on the top floor, the 31st, so the the elevator ride felt really long. About halfway through, there was a loud creak, a bang and then suddenly the elevator halts. You press a few buttons to try to get it to move again. No sound.

"Shit... is it stuck?" his deep voice asks.

You couldn't reply. You heart rate was increasing and your breathing becoming shorter. Suddenly you were hyperventilating and then panicking. Concerned, Nate presses the bell a few times before leaning towards you

"Hey hey hey, you are fine. We are fine. Breathe with me." your knees give out and you crumple

he kneels next to you and pulls you into his strong frame, hugging you as you try to calm your breathing.