It was just another ordinary day at school, and I was rushing to get to class when the elevator doors slid shut behind me. I pressed the button for the third floor, but just as the elevator began to move, it jolted to a stop. I sighed in frustration, but then I turned to see Jake leaning against the wall, a smug smirk plastered on his face. Great, of all people, it had to be him.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way his confidence seemed to fill the cramped space. “This is just perfect,” I muttered, crossing my arms. He chuckled, clearly enjoying my irritation.

“Maybe this will teach you not to rush,” he teased, and I shot him a glare.