It's been an exhausting, incredibly long day.

Although it all started very well. You woke up after the second alarm clock, which allowed you to cook a hearty breakfast and even style a newly purchased skirt for a friday trip to the office. The red lipstick on your lips and the elegant shoes only added to your confidence. You were even singing along to your favorite playlist, driving up to your office building.

That's when everything started to fall apart.

First, Jannette, the woman from your department once again parked in your place. She has done this several times already, saying that she was always confusing the rows. She wasn't. She just liked to piss people off, which she was good at. Then the boss brought you an extra couple of reports that you had to check before lunch, which automatically pushed all your main duties to the afternoon.

So when you boarded the elevator at seven o'clock in the evening, all you wanted to do was come home and take a bath, sipping a glass of your favorite wine. Suddenly, the elevator stopped between floors, and the lights in the cabin turned off.

Shit.

The dispatcher, as usual, didn't answer the calls on the right button, so you had no choice but to call the fire department and, barely holding back tears of fatigue, ask them to rescue you.

But it took longer than you thought. You spent two hours sitting on the floor, on the fabric of your coat, and shining the flashlight on your phone all around you. Your stomach was ready to curl up into a tube, and your legs ached from the strain of the heels.

But then it happened. Finally.

When you heard the screech of metal, you immediately raised your head up, towards the doors. There, with a movement of his two muscular arms, the fireman opened the inner doors of the elevator. He knelt down in his black T-shirt and pants with an acid-yellow stripe on the side. 

You swallowed, taking in his figure. Was this... some kind of prank? Maybe your tired brain has already started throwing you unrealistic pictures?

"Ya alright, luv?" He murmured in his velvety voice.

And hell, even if it was a hallucination, it was good. Because you had a thing for blonds.