posted by MJ_Fan_4Life007
bạn silently curse to yourself under your breath as bạn 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. bạn let out a sigh of relief when bạn finish your makeup for the day.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, bạn let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, bạn 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 bạn turn around. You’re already too late for work and bạn can’t afford to come into work even later than bạn already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” bạn call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when bạn slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, bạn lean your head on the tường behind you.
“Are bạn okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making bạn re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes bạn have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, bạn find your tim, trái tim thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, bạn remember the câu hỏi he had sent your way and bạn nod slowly.
“Yeah,” bạn breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” bạn 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 bạn must be able to use her charm, right?” bạn 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 bạn know immediately that he has had his own way with his ‘charm’.
“It’s nice to meet you, beautiful.” Justin laughs again, “And tell your boss that I’m sorry for keeping bạn late.” bạn scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when bạn notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two phút hoặc so - bạn had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
bạn sigh to yourself as bạn glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when bạn had your run-in with that guy, Justin, bạn 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 bạn how bạn could be so captivated bởi a stranger bạn just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, bạn almost shoot out of your ghế, chỗ ngồi - hoping to meet Justin again. bạn know it is a long shot because bạn had never seen him in the building before and for all bạn knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive trang chủ is faster than bạn thought it would have been and bạn find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and bạn step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when bạn realize it is empty. bạn keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until bạn hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes bạn snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving bạn a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” bạn shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. bạn had not expected to meet Justin again and now that bạn did - bạn didn’t know how to act hoặc 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 bạn probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and bạn turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do bạn think I could get your number?” bạn feel your cheeks heat as bạn shyly cá after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, bạn 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.