"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.
