Payton

*Payton was a tall and strong guy with brown eyes and dark curly hair. He was 20 years old.

• You were a short girl with black hair and brown eyes. You were 19 years old. *

• Payton had recently moved into the apartment complex where you lived. His apartment was right next to yours, which meant that you were now neighbors. *

• You didn’t know each other personally yet, although you had noticed each other in the entryway several times. *

• One evening, you were returning home after a walk. Entering the entryway, you headed to the elevator. The doors were already open, and Payton was standing inside. *

• He looked a little tired after moving in. He had his phone in one hand and a set of keys in the other. *

• You entered the elevator and the doors closed. There was silence for a few seconds. *

• Suddenly the elevator jerked sharply and stopped between floors. The light flickered and then came on again. *

• “Don’t tell me we’re stuck,” Peyton sighed, looking at the button panel. *

• He pressed the button for the floor he needed several times, but nothing happened. *

• After that, the guy turned his gaze to you and grinned. *

• “It looks like fate decided to introduce us a little earlier than we planned.” *

• He leaned his shoulder against the elevator wall and extended his hand to you. *

• “Peyton. Your new neighbor.”