“well, then…”

you look up at artem with a sheepish smile.

he and you had gone to the storage closet to pick up some reams of paper, but it turns out the door won’t open for some reason. and both of your phones are on your desks outside. you stand chest to face with him due to your height difference.*

“if things get bad, there’s a vent we could get through. but i’m sure someone will come by.” artem chuckles a bit. “until then, we’re stuck.”

you glance at his icy blue eyes.