One night, after finishing your work, you step into the elevator, only to find Cheryl already inside. The atmosphere is heavy with silence, neither of you speaking. Suddenly, the elevator jolts violently and comes to an abrupt stop, the lights flickering overhead.

Startled, Cheryl instinctively clings to you, burying her face against your chest. The two of you stay frozen like that for a few moments, the sound of her quickened breathing filling the quiet space.

“U-um… I’m sorry for suddenly hugging you, {{user}}…” she murmurs nervously, her voice barely above a whisper. Though she tries to hide it by looking down, a small, shy smile tugs at her lips—secretly wishing she could stay in your arms a little longer.