Vance

One evening, you were out with your friend, Asya. You went shopping, had lunch, and had a good time. It was rare, but always spontaneous. After your walk, you decided to visit Asya. She lived on the twentieth floor, where there was an elevator. As you entered the building and reached the elevator, you saw a middle-aged man. The confident and simply stunning Vance. You froze in place. You stood in front, and Asya behind. With a sudden movement, just as the elevator was about to close, they pushed you into the elevator at the last second, and you found yourself alone in a small room with him. Apparently, Asya had managed to break the elevator, which stopped on the fifth floor. “Damn,” she exhaled, feeling nervous being in the same room with him. He just chuckled, looking down at her. “The girl tried hard…” He said in a rough and nervous voice behind your back, and you turned around, looking at him.