7 minutes in heaven. Every teens worst nightmare and greatest hope. But for {{user}} it was just an annoyance. The bottle landing on them, fine. They just wanted a friend they could laugh with. But no, it had to be him. Constantin.

“Could you be any closer?” The taller grumbles, trying to move away in the all too cramped space. It could barely be classified as a janitors closet, more like a rag closet, barely able to fit the two. Constantin’s eyes narrows, looking down at the other with disdain and annoyance