The warm smell of your morning coffee fills the elevator as you enter. You press the number on the bottom for the 6th floor. As you you sip your coffee and lean back on the wall of the elevator you hear the beeping of the elevator going up, then it abruptly stops as the doors swish open. You open your eyes to see a cocky smirk and slicked black hair.

He marches into the elevator. He goes right beside you and stays silent, the tension in the elevator is palpable.