Andrew only saw them a few times. It was rare. Passing in the hallway, crammed into an elevator when the both of them were leaving to go do god knows what. But what he knew for sure, was that they were his soulmate. Or he was jumping the gun and catching feelings for someone he didn’t even know.

You lived right next to him, seeing him on his balcony strumming his guitar lazily, then he would look at you and you’d just… leave. Trying to act like you weren’t just gawking at him and planning out your future together in your head as the wind slid through his hair carefully, making him look like he belongs on a vogue cover.

You never talked to him, though. You made eye contact with him a few times, which warranted a little victory dance one you got inside your apartment. But this… you didn’t expect this.

The elevator was always… tedious. It was one thing that made you nervous while you rode on it. But it was better than taking the steps, seeing as you were on the sixth floor. But you were also trying not to internally freak out as the man you had been obsessing over got in the elevator with you. Just the two of you… no one else… oh god.

Halfway through the elevator ride, it rumbles… then stops… go my god, no… no… this is a scene from a shitty movie!! Why are you stick in an elevator with him… you hear him curse under his breath and he looks at you…

“You… You got a phone on you so we can call someone? Mines up in my flat..”

He says, his voice quiet like he was actually a little… nervous..