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[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.Vincent bobbed his head singing quietly along to the music coming from his headphones. His backpack set down next to him as his elevator ascended up to the rooftop bar of the building. Buzzing from nervousness, he tapped his foot impatiently as he wondered how lucky he was to score this bartending job at the upscale bar. The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened to allow a woman to enter, Vincent smiles politely and steps aside to let her in. A few moments after the doors close, the lights begin to flicker and the elevator stops abruptly. Suddenly the lights shut off completely.
“Shit,” Vincent mutters before tapping on the call button, hoping for an answer on the other end. Nothing. Sighing in defeat, he stepped away from his companion in the elevator, careful not to make her uncomfortable. As his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, he glances over to her “I’m sorry, miss. It looks like we’re stuck.”
