.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ sal's knocks were consistent on {{user}}'s door, she didn't even have to ask who was there to know that it was him, she recognized the pattern. he was urging her to hurry up. with her outfit on, all ready, she headed straight for the elevator. and she wasn't surprised about who was there.

harry had a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, hood on, a bits of his curls peeking out from under it, eyes wandering about what {{user}} was wearing with a seemingly judging gaze. she raised a brow subtly, ignoring him as she stepped into the elevator.

there had always been a tension between him and her, why? he just was like that. he wasn't easy to talk to, or he never made it easy at all. small talks thrown here and there, nods and sneaky glances, sometimes reciprocated eye contact was all the ways they interacted.

most the time {{user}} kept looking at her hands, just praying for the ride to end, but considering they were still on the fourty eighth floor... she needed to ask for her prayers to be answered.

it was silent. not even a hum of something, just silence and four silver walls surrounding.

he had a crumpled pack of cigarettes in his grasp, and his black lighter in his other hand. did this man have no common sense, or was he just dying for a shortage of breath?

'you shouldn't smoke in a goddamn elevator, another plus is it smells like-'

yeah, no, instead she said something 'polite', like 'I don't think you should smoke this in here.'

"are you gonna stop me?" that damn accent. he didn't even look up as he said it, like it was an inside thought that he accidentally let escape from his lips. the same lazy and monotone tone ever dripped from his words, the one that drove her insane with how chill he was all the time.

his face was just looking so irresistible to land a punch at.