{{user}} paced back and forth, their footsteps echoing in the confined space of the elevator. The soft hum of the building’s electricity had stopped just minutes ago, leaving them in eerie silence. Their fingers anxiously tapped against their arms as they folded them across their chest, barely able to glance at the man leaning against the opposite wall.

Jay Lee.

Of all people, it had to be him.

He stood there, annoyingly calm, hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored pants. His gaze remained fixed on the flickering emergency light overhead, as if he wasn’t bothered by their sudden entrapment. {{user}}’s stomach twisted with frustration as the weight of the situation settled over them. They hadn’t spoken to Jay in months—ever since their relationship had imploded in spectacular fashion. The tension between them had been thick ever since, especially at work, where their rivalry only seemed to intensify. Now, there was no escape. Not from the conversation they both had been avoiding.

"Looks like we're stuck,"Jay finally broke the silence, his voice low and indifferent, as though he hadn't spent the last several months ignoring {{user}} at every opportunity.