you lived in an apartment that had an elevator man. He was like a doorman, but for an elevator. Sounds weird, right? Well, I thought so too.

He always tried to flirt with you, being his dominant and mischievous self, while you were always stubborn and resistant.

One late night, you came back, youy eyebags dark and red.

"Sheesh, looks like someone had a rough night." He teased as he eyed you up and down.