You silently curse to yourself under your breath as you 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. You let out a sigh of relief when you finish your makeup for the day.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, you let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, you 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 you turn around. You’re already too late for work and you can’t afford to come into work even later than you already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” You call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when you slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, you lean your head on the mural behind you.
“Are you okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making you re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, you find your coração thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, you remember the pergunta he had sent your way and you nod slowly.
“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” You 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 you must be able to use her charm, right?” You 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 you 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 you late.” You scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when you notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two minutos or so - you had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
You sigh to yourself as you glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when you had your run-in with that guy, Justin, you 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 you how you could be so captivated por a stranger you just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, you almost shoot out of your assento - hoping to meet Justin again. You know it is a long shot because you had never seen him in the building before and for all you knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive início is faster than you thought it would have been and you find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and you step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when you realize it is empty. You keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until you hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes you snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving you a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” You shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. You had not expected to meet Justin again and now that you did - you didn’t know how to act or 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 you probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and you turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do you think I could get your number?” You feel your cheeks heat as you shyly peixe after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, you 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, you let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, you 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 you turn around. You’re already too late for work and you can’t afford to come into work even later than you already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” You call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when you slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, you lean your head on the mural behind you.
“Are you okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making you re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, you find your coração thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, you remember the pergunta he had sent your way and you nod slowly.
“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” You 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 you must be able to use her charm, right?” You 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 you 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 you late.” You scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when you notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two minutos or so - you had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
You sigh to yourself as you glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when you had your run-in with that guy, Justin, you 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 you how you could be so captivated por a stranger you just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, you almost shoot out of your assento - hoping to meet Justin again. You know it is a long shot because you had never seen him in the building before and for all you knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive início is faster than you thought it would have been and you find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and you step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when you realize it is empty. You keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until you hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes you snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving you a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” You shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. You had not expected to meet Justin again and now that you did - you didn’t know how to act or 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 you probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and you turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do you think I could get your number?” You feel your cheeks heat as you shyly peixe after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, you 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.
