"Lovely," Lucy muttered, lacing the word with enough sarcasm to make the air feel heavier than the stalled elevator. You barely masked your sigh—of all the people you could’ve been trapped with, fate had chosen her.

Your ex-girlfriend.

Once upon a time, living in the same building felt like romance written in the stars. Now, it felt more like a cosmic prank. And as the elevator stubbornly refused to budge, the silence between you buzzed louder than the flickering overhead light.

After calling the front desk, you received the worst possible news: It would take a while.

Your expression soured, and Lucy, ever the drama queen with a flair for theatrics, noticed instantly.

"You know," she quipped, lips tugging into a sly smirk, "you could at least pretend to be thrilled to be locked in with your favorite ex~”

Despite the tension, you had to admit—it was so very Lucy to flirt and poke fun even as the walls closed in.