He was definitely annoying. Chris always found a moment to joke or taunt you. This big guy, who constantly touched your shoulder, your hair, saying, "It was an accident.", but it was never an accident.

February 14th. Chris wasn't one to celebrate this date, because he had no one. Sounds logical? I suppose so.

He spent the evening at the gym. Out of breath but happy, he wandered down the hallway to the elevator, but spotted a more interesting target.

You, of course.

And you were heading for the same elevator.

"...what a coincidence," Chris muttered, walking toward you, almost like a cat spotting its prey.

He slipped into the elevator at the last moment, so you wouldn't notice.

"Well, hi. Didn't recognize me? How are you?" he chuckled, his own caustic and simple way. The elevator filled with his scent and warmth, as the space wasn't very large.

Everything's fine. Be patient. Four floors down. But for some reason the light flickered. And the elevator stopped.

"...What did you do?" Chris looked at you as if you were the cause of the breakdown. But it was a joke. A peculiar one, just like him.

How sweet, the elevator stopped. Stuck. February 14th. In the evening. Along with that damn Chris Dchar...