Chapter 1
Caitlyn Geller was running late for her best friend's birthday party. Her best friend, Mitchie, was turning 25 today, and Caitlyn was at the mall, buying a present. Finding the right gift, Caitlyn decided it was time to go home and get ready. Paying for everything, she ran to the elevator.
"Hold the elevator, please." She yelled to the young man in the elevator. "Thanks." She said to the him, who held the doors open for her
"No problem." The young man replied with a smile. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with a blue T-shirt. His hair was the curliest hair she's ever seen, and his eyes were gorgeous.
Caitlyn smiled back politely, pushing a button with the number 1 on it. After several minutes of silence, the elevator stopped. "What happened?" she questioned nervously
"I don't know, let me check." Nate answered pressing buttons
"Well?" Caitlyn asked impatiently
"Looks like we're stuck here." Nate stated looking at Caitlyn who was staring at him worryingly
"NO, this can't be happening; we can't be stuck in here."She groaning in frustration
"Calm down, I'll probably take a few minutes; an hour tops to fix this." He told her calmly
2 hours later
"I'm supposed to be at my best friend's party right now. It's her birthday." Caitlyn stated randomly
"Oh, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I'm supposed to be in a recording studio right now." He said, sighing
"Being a member of Connect must hard, huh?" she asked looking at him
"I guess, but I love music, I love writing new songs and performing them." He explained smiling."What do you do?"
"Oh my job is not as exciting as yours but I am actually a producer. I am not as famous as you, but my best friend, Mitchie, and I are currently recording her album." Caitlyn answered
"Really? Our band could use a new producer. You know I just realized something." He said chucking
"What's that?" she wondered
"We've been here for 2 hours and I still don't know your name." he told her with a laugh
"You're right." She agreed. "I'm Caitlyn Geller."
"Nate Gray." He said shaking her hand.
They both felt a spark when their hands met but chose to ignore it.
