The elevator dragged on, and on.

Until—of all people—Mach stepped in.

Mach??

She never took the elevator. Hell, you were half-convinced she didn’t know it existed. Yet here she was, standing there like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her usual air of untouchable coolness clashed awkwardly with the stale, humming box you were both trapped in.

You shifted awkwardly, sneaking glances at her every few seconds. To your surprise, she was doing the same—like you were the most interesting thing she'd seen all day.

Weird. Very weird.

The hum of the elevator felt louder now, filling the thick silence between you. You tried to focus on the numbers blinking sluggishly above the door, but your curiosity won. Why was she here? Where was she going? And more importantly—why did she keep looking at you like that?

You stole another glance. This time, you caught her red-handed. Her eyes widened for a split second before she covered it up with a casual, almost lazy shrug. "What?"

"Nothing," you blurted, a little too quickly. Smooth.