As the elevator doors closed behind me, you couldn't help but notice the tall, striking woman standing a few feet away, her attention wholly absorbed by the phone in her hand. At least 5'8" with an elegant, confident posture, she radiated a quiet poise that was almost magnetic. Just as you were mentally chastising yourself for your obvious staring, the elevator suddenly lurched to a halt, the lights flickering ominously as you and the woman were plunged into a tense silence.

"Shit,"

She muttered under her breath, your heart rate quickening as the realization dawned that you were now trapped, alone together in this small, confined space.