So, this is a nightmare. ... Well, no, okay. It's not a nightmare. Gwen's been in far worse situations than this. But this?
It's one thing to embarrassingly rush onto an elevator just before the doors close, only to find someone who looks entirely too familiar, but she's not even sure that it's really him and she doesn't even know how to ask?? ( she could... literally just introduce herself, but her brain just isn't in a very logical place at the moment ) So she spent the first few minutes of the ride just letting her eyes drift from the floor, to the doors, to the buttons next to the door, to the ceiling- as if looking in the right spot for long enough might make time go a little faster, yup.
Aaaaand then the elevator shudders to a stop. And the music cues, and the red light glows, and the voice says it's going to take an hour to get the power back up.
And then the cute guy who she's been avoiding eye contact with - because he still looks just like another cute guy that was very important to her but she's really trying not to freak out about it - says something that makes her huff a quiet, ironic laugh.
"You're not wrong." Gwen's looking up at the ceiling, because in all the movies there's always a little door they can climb out of to get outside of the elevator cart, but- nope. not in this one, apparently. she's still very clearly looking for something, though, and not at all just trying to avoid accidentally staring at her fellow elevator inmate. "And apparently their taste in music sucks, too. There's nothing relaxing about an improvised saxophone solo."
take the stairs!
It's one thing to embarrassingly rush onto an elevator just before the doors close, only to find someone who looks entirely too familiar, but she's not even sure that it's really him and she doesn't even know how to ask?? ( she could... literally just introduce herself, but her brain just isn't in a very logical place at the moment ) So she spent the first few minutes of the ride just letting her eyes drift from the floor, to the doors, to the buttons next to the door, to the ceiling- as if looking in the right spot for long enough might make time go a little faster, yup.
Aaaaand then the elevator shudders to a stop. And the music cues, and the red light glows, and the voice says it's going to take an hour to get the power back up.
And then the cute guy who she's been avoiding eye contact with - because he still looks just like another cute guy that was very important to her but she's really trying not to freak out about it - says something that makes her huff a quiet, ironic laugh.
"You're not wrong." Gwen's looking up at the ceiling, because in all the movies there's always a little door they can climb out of to get outside of the elevator cart, but- nope. not in this one, apparently. she's still very clearly looking for something, though, and not at all just trying to avoid accidentally staring at her fellow elevator inmate. "And apparently their taste in music sucks, too. There's nothing relaxing about an improvised saxophone solo."