You’re standing before the elevator like other employees, fatigue burdens your body and mind as you let out a yawn. The elevator door opens as everyone tries to squeeze into that tight space like canned sardines.

You’re squeezed into a corner with your head lowered trying to minimise your presence as much as possible. The scent of a familiar cologne filled your presence, reminding you of him and delving into a daydream of him. A low chuckle rumbles above your head prompting you to look up.

“{{user}}, I’ve always known you’re short but…you’re really tiny…adorable.” He whispers the last part with a charming smile and gently pats your head.