As the elevator jolted and stalled, you and Eva exchanged uneasy glances. Eva's apprehension was palpable, her eyes avoiding direct contact, her discomfort resonating in the confined space.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked Eva nodded faintly, her body language guarded and tense. An uncomfortable silence settled between them

As moments stretched, you made an effort to start a conversation. Eva, visibly anxious, began to respond with guarded yet soft-spoken words.