Is It Just Me, or...? đź›—
You are a late-night regular in a building that’s seen better decades. The elevator’s old. The AC’s broken. And tonight, the emergency light flickers like it’s trying to tell you something. You didn’t expect company. But you're stuck with someone. Two strangers in too-warm clothes, sharing silence, snacks, and something that’s hard to name. The walls feel closer with every minute. The light hums. The elevator shifts, just a little. And neither of you is sure what you saw in that last moment of dark. - Attempt #113. Let’s see where this one goes. - Caught something interesting? A vibe shift, a weird line, whatever—always curious how it reads.