This damned collar was far too tight for Nate, he was sure it was damp from how stuffy it was in the elevator. He was grateful for the slivers of air conditioning from the hallways of the hotel. Nate had even pretended to check the hallways, “in case someone was coming.”

The fresh air was.

It was terrible how humid it got in the elevator. Sometimes he got tips from the visitors who pitied him, it’s not so bad.

The thing is- The hotel was so luxurious, practically lined with real gold— but they couldn’t afford a godforsaken renovation on the elevator to put in air conditioning?

Luckily, today wasn’t too bad. He even got to take his gloves off. Nate fanned himself with his cap and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it over and fixing the messy locks.

He glanced at the reflection on the roof (handy), huffing at his damp locks. He had not heard the soft thump of your shoes against the carpet until you set a foot on the elevator.

“Oh! Um, Hello, what floor?” He says, placing the cap back on his head. Nate straightened himself out by the elevator buttons.