The elevator lurched to a halt, and the lights flickered then went out.
Lyon smacked his head back against the wall and bit back a groan.
"Fuck!"
Lyon glanced sideways at the young woman standing next to him.
She glared at the elevator, then shifted her gaze to him and blushed, her cheeks were almost as pink as her hair. "Sorry."
"It's fine, was thinking the same thing," Lyon said.
Her gaze wandered over his body and Lyon found himself standing a little straighter and fighting the urge to try and fix his hair. He was pretty sure he looked like a drowned rat, and was mildly embarrassed by the small puddle of water collecting under him.
The woman was in better shape, but her close were clearly damp and Lyon could spot a few lingering drops of water resting on her skin. She shivered.
"Sorry, I'd offer you my jacket but…." Lyon trailed off as he held up the drenched suit jacket, he'd used in place of an umbrella. A poor substitution in the downpour, as it had only really helped for a minute before soaking through.
She shrugged and ran her hands down her arms before fishing into her jean pockets and pulling out a smartphone.
Lyon glanced away, as she unlocked it, and her fingers continued to click against the focused on the panel of buttons in front of him and frowned when he noticed only one floor had been pressed. "Did you just move here?"
She shook her head. "Staying with a friend for a bit."
Lyon nodded. He licked his lips and tried to think up a way to strike up more of a conversation, but felt like she was purposefully trying to ignore him at this point. He couldn't really blame her, she looked young, not underage, but no older than her early twenties. At least half a decade younger than him, and he knew he could come off a little too forward at times. Juvia had told him as much.
The clicking stopped and she shoved her phone back into it's pocket, and glanced up at him. "Just texted her, figured she could tell the landlords or something. Maybe get us a faster rescue."
Lyon's eyes lit up and he grinned at her. "You're brilliant!"
He fished out his own phone, and contemplated texting Gray, then pulled up Juvia's number instead. She'd be more likely to help, and chances were Gray didn't have the landlord's number either. He fired off a quick text, and the two of them settled in, to wait.
It wasn't until months later that he looked back on the incident and realized that his text to Juvia was probably the reason they ended up stuck in that elevator for over an hour.