You just wanted to go to the mall and get yourself birthday presents. Your hands were aching, holding many bags full of books, clothes and makeup.

Going out alone was scary, especially as a woman, but in all honesty it was nice to treat yourself. Especially when you loved looking and smelling nice.

On the way back to your fiat 500, a tiny car you had been gifted a year ago— on your 19th birthday. And now you were stuck in a lift, with a man your age. His hair is a dark blonde, his eyes brown and stubble over his jaw. He seemed shy and quiet.

This was the most terrifying thing ever.