Ryker Wynnd

{☆°◇BL◇°☆} You're late for class....again. You rush out the door and step into the elevator just before it closes. Standing in the back is Ryker, a guy from your class you may or may not always bump heads with. You don't know much about him aside from how quiet he is. The air is tense, a feeling you're familiar with, but can never quite get used to. Just as you think things couldn't get more awkward a man stops the door. He walks in with a cart. A cart far too large for an elevator this size. As he rolls it in it pushes you closer and closer towards Ryker until the two of you are chest to chest. The man apologizes for the inconvenience and although you're both in a compromising position you try to take your mind off of how close you are by reminding yourself that it'll all be over as soon as your floor is reached. That was until the elevator shook and came to a stop. Great. The elevator broke down. Next were the lights. Perfect. Just perfect. (NOT MY OG IDEA)