Ты silently curse to yourself under your breath as Ты drop your mascara brush down at the bathroom counter. The dark makeup smudges and creates a black spot on your recently cleaned and- not to mention - white counter. Ты let out a sigh of relief when Ты finish your makeup for the day.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, Ты let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, Ты stalk toward the door. Fumbling with the keys, you’re finally able to lock the door behind you. To your ultimate horror though, the elevator doors are about to close when Ты turn around. You’re already too late for work and Ты can’t afford to come into work even later than Ты already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” Ты call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when Ты slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, Ты lean your head on the Стена behind you.
“Are Ты okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making Ты re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes Ты have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, Ты find your сердце thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, Ты remember the Вопрос he had sent your way and Ты nod slowly.
“Yeah,” Ты breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” Ты explain with a slight frown, not wanting to upset your slightly OCD boss.
“I’m sure it’s gonna work out fine. A pretty girl like Ты must be able to use her charm, right?” Ты let out a small laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment.
“It’s not that easy when your boss is a woman.” The beautiful boy laughs, extending his hand toward you.
“I’m Justin,” he introduces himself with a winning smile and Ты know immediately that he has had his own way with his ‘charm’.
“I’m (Y/N).”
“It’s nice to meet you, beautiful.” Justin laughs again, “And tell your boss that I’m sorry for keeping Ты late.” Ты scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when Ты notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two минуты или so - Ты had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
Ты sigh to yourself as Ты glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when Ты had your run-in with that guy, Justin, Ты hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. His husky voice, his charming smile and his mesmerizing eyes. It didn’t make sense to Ты how Ты could be so captivated by a stranger Ты just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, Ты almost shoot out of your сиденье, место, сиденья - hoping to meet Justin again. Ты know it is a long shot because Ты had never seen him in the building before and for all Ты knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive Главная is faster than Ты thought it would have been and Ты find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and Ты step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when Ты realize it is empty. Ты keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until Ты hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes Ты snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving Ты a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” Ты shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. Ты had not expected to meet Justin again and now that Ты did - Ты didn’t know how to act или what to say. The silence is broken when a ding is heard and a sigh involuntarily escapes your mouth.
Good going, [Y/N]. This was most likely your chance to talk to him and now Ты probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and Ты turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do Ты think I could get your number?” Ты feel your cheeks heat as Ты shyly рыба after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, Ты watched as he punched his number into it.
“Thank you, beautiful,” he whispered huskily, slipping your phone back into your hand. Then he was gone, but not before he had pressed his lips to your cheek.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, Ты let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, Ты stalk toward the door. Fumbling with the keys, you’re finally able to lock the door behind you. To your ultimate horror though, the elevator doors are about to close when Ты turn around. You’re already too late for work and Ты can’t afford to come into work even later than Ты already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” Ты call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when Ты slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, Ты lean your head on the Стена behind you.
“Are Ты okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making Ты re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes Ты have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, Ты find your сердце thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, Ты remember the Вопрос he had sent your way and Ты nod slowly.
“Yeah,” Ты breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” Ты explain with a slight frown, not wanting to upset your slightly OCD boss.
“I’m sure it’s gonna work out fine. A pretty girl like Ты must be able to use her charm, right?” Ты let out a small laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment.
“It’s not that easy when your boss is a woman.” The beautiful boy laughs, extending his hand toward you.
“I’m Justin,” he introduces himself with a winning smile and Ты know immediately that he has had his own way with his ‘charm’.
“I’m (Y/N).”
“It’s nice to meet you, beautiful.” Justin laughs again, “And tell your boss that I’m sorry for keeping Ты late.” Ты scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when Ты notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two минуты или so - Ты had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
Ты sigh to yourself as Ты glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when Ты had your run-in with that guy, Justin, Ты hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. His husky voice, his charming smile and his mesmerizing eyes. It didn’t make sense to Ты how Ты could be so captivated by a stranger Ты just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, Ты almost shoot out of your сиденье, место, сиденья - hoping to meet Justin again. Ты know it is a long shot because Ты had never seen him in the building before and for all Ты knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive Главная is faster than Ты thought it would have been and Ты find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and Ты step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when Ты realize it is empty. Ты keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until Ты hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes Ты snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving Ты a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” Ты shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. Ты had not expected to meet Justin again and now that Ты did - Ты didn’t know how to act или what to say. The silence is broken when a ding is heard and a sigh involuntarily escapes your mouth.
Good going, [Y/N]. This was most likely your chance to talk to him and now Ты probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and Ты turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do Ты think I could get your number?” Ты feel your cheeks heat as Ты shyly рыба after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, Ты watched as he punched his number into it.
“Thank you, beautiful,” he whispered huskily, slipping your phone back into your hand. Then he was gone, but not before he had pressed his lips to your cheek.
