"Sup. Odd."

"I'm Yumi."

"Ulrich."

"Aelita."

"Jeremy."

Greetings, snorts, groans, frowns, smiles, and even blushes were traded in the dim light of the closet.

"I like your glasses."

'Uh… thanks..."

"Ooh, someone's in love."

"Am not!"

"Are too. I can see you blushing." Silence. "Told you."

When light flooded the not-so-large janitor's closet less than an hour later, the five crowded teens breathed a sigh of relief, but all harboring a thought similar to,

Getting locked in a closet might not be the best way to get to know someone, but it sure is interesting.