You were a little over a block from home, nearly running with your small bag from the convenience store clutched tightly in your hand. You hated running late. It didn't really matter what the scheduled engagement was, you made it a point to always be the first one to show up. Today's engagement was no different, but leave it to you to rip a hole in your pantyhose as you were getting dressed.

Your best friend, Fen, had set you up on a blind date with one of her co-workers. You hated blind dates, not to mention Fen had terrible taste in men. She had been begging you to at least meet him for a couple months now, but you kept finding reasons not to. The last time she asked, you ran out of reasons. So here you were, running back home ten minutes before he was supposed to arrive. With any luck, he will be as terrible as you expect and show up late, maybe not at all.

You turned down an alleyway, trying to save time by cutting through the side streets and picked up speed seeing your apartment building up ahead. The shortcut was quickly turning out to be a bad idea. There was only one streetlight all the way at the end and you couldn't see anything, especially the puddle you barely missed, splashing dirty water on your leg. Perfect.

You rounded the corner quickly, ready with your key in your hand to unlock the lobby entrance when you slammed into the back of a large body standing in front of the door. Pushed back by the impact, you dropped your keys and bag on the floor, the cheap convenience store pantyhose rolling to the feet of the person you slammed into.

"Oh gosh. I'm sorry." You reached down to pick up your stuff when the hand of the person reached it before you. A very large, strong hand with perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around the small plastic case of your pantyhose, holding it up to you.

Your eyes followed up his long arms. You could see how well-built he was even through the brown suit jacket he wore over a white button-down shirt, the top buttons undone so you could see the top of his strong chest. He had to be at least 6'2. Tall and broad.

"It's my fault." His ocean-blue eyes sparkled as his lips curled into a smile revealing his bright, white and honestly, dazzling smile. You almost giggled at the sight of him. "I shouldn't make a habit of lurking in doorways."

"It's—uh, it's not a problem." You smiled, your eyes locked with his while you fumbled with your keys. Any other night. Any other night you could have stayed and chatted with this handsome stranger. But instead you had to race upstairs to finish getting ready. Your miserable Friday night was getting worse.

You finally fit your key into the keyhole and got the door unlocked, pushing it open. The handsome stranger helped you, holding it open and holding his hand to his stomach as he gestured you through. Damn, he even smelled good.

You moved quickly to the elevator, pushing the call button and trying not to focus on the handsome stranger following closely behind you.

"If you're going to anything lower than the fifth floor, you might as well take the stairs," you recommended, looking up to him, "this elevator takes so long, you could probably get there faster by walking."

"I appreciate that information." He smiled, pulling out his phone and clicking quickly, scrolling through. You used the opportunity to look at how you looked through the elevator doors.

What a hot mess you were in that moment. Your hair was a mess, your face red and sweaty, the bulky man's coat you grabbed quickly on your way out the door hung on you like your dad's t-shirt when you a child. The only redeeming thing about your look was your skirt. You had just bought the camel pencil skirt you were wearing a couple days ago, finding the high-slit a bit too sexy for your office, but it worked perfectly for a date night. The bottom hem shared the same dark stain from the rainwater as your legs and shoes did.

You sighed. Your shoes. You had on some old sneakers, knowing you needed to make the quick run to the store. It could have been that cute sexy-casual look if your shoes had still been white. Now they were brown and grey and smelled like a wet dog. Any chance you had in imagining this Greek god standing next to you would give you a second look were thrown out the window.

You could now see how well he was dressed. He had that dark academia look about him that made you weak. His slim-fit tweed herringbone pants accentuated the length of his legs and somehow made him look even taller, his blonde hair perfectly parted and smoothed back. He looked up from his phone and put it in his pocket.

"Looks like I'll be taking the elevator with you." He turned to look at you. "If you don't mind the company."

"Of course not." You smiled back, biting your lip to hide your excitement. Maybe the night would be picking up after all.

The elevator dinged and the doors creaked open shakily. He held his arm out again, gesturing you inside first. It was honestly a bit unfair at how much of a gentleman he was. You dipped your head down and scurried in to hold the doors for him.

He stepped in after you and you pressed the close-door button, followed by eight, your floor. Turning to him, you noticed him staring at the buttons and asked which floor he needed.

"Eight as well." He put his arms behind his back, and looked back at the door. You turned to face the door, mirroring him as you thought about which lucky woman on your floor was getting a visit from him. Possibly lucky man? Either way, someone was going to be having a great Friday night.

You filled your cheeks with air, puffing them up as you tried not to let yourself glance at him through the elevator doors. The building was old, the elevators dark, but it really was only the two of you and you were sure it seemed pretty obvious that you were staring.

Your eyes moved up to the numbers indicating which floor you were passing. Still only at the third floor, you let yourself peek at him from the corner of your eyes then turned your whole head when you thought he was staring at you. It turned out, he was only staring at the numbers and he quickly turned his eyes to you when he saw you turn to look at him. Damn it, you did that uncomfortable thing. You smiled and hoped that you seemed friendly and not creepy and stalker-like.

"You were quite right about the speed of the elevator." He chuckled, a low hum that vibrated off the walls. "It's exceptionally slow."

You looked back at him, his teeth gleaming even in the darkness of the elevator. Was he trying to make small talk? You smiled to yourself at the attempt, assuming that's what it was.

"It's a pretty old buil—" The elevator slammed to a halt and cut your sentence short, both of you falling back. You reached for the rail next to you to brace yourself. The elevator lights flickered before turning off, seconds passing before the emergency lights came on.

"I take it that's not supposed to happen." You turned to him and shook your head.

"This is not happening." You said aloud, more to yourself than anything. You were already running late and now this? You moved to the elevator buttons and started pushing them randomly, knowing they wouldn't work, but hoping that your frustration was enough to get it started.

"I'm not getting a signal." The man was holding his cell phone up in the air, trying to get a signal. "Do you want to try yours?"

You nodded and pulled out your cell phone. No bars. You tried holding it up, not reaching nearly as high as he was able to and finally trying to jump a little, trying to catch the reception you hoped sat at the ceiling. The man just stood there smiling at you until you finally noticed and you quickly turned away to hide your embarrassment.

"Maybe the phone here." You opened the phone box to check inside only to find it empty and you dropped your head. "Damn it."

This was even worse than how you had already thought your night was going to go. You checked your phone. You were definitely late now. Not only late, you were trapped in an elevator with no way of alerting someone that you were even there at all. Maybe Fen was right. Maybe you should have spent more money to move to a newer apartment building. You loved your little block though. Your apartment may have been old, but it was cute and had character. It was quiet on the weekends and it made the commute to work so much shorter than where you used to live. A cute apartment wasn't helping you then though.

You heard a small sigh come from behind you and you turned around to see the man sitting on the floor. You didn't think you were giving him any sort of look, but he stared at you for a second and then jumped up.

"My apologies." He stuck his hand forward towards you. "My name is Erwin."

"Y/N." You took his hand which was surprisingly soft and gentle for someone his size.

"Y/N." Erwin repeated. "Well we might as well get comfortable. I imagine someone will figure out the elevator stopped running soon enough."

He sat back down on the floor, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing one foot over the other. He set his hand down on the area next to him and looked up at you.

"Would you like to join me?" He smiled and there was no way you were saying no to that.

One hour passed by remarkably fast. The two of you sat on the elevator floor and chatted about your jobs and where you grew up. At some point, both of your stomachs were growling and you opened up your big purse, pulling out some water and snacks. Erwin's thick eyebrows lifted as you continued pulling out exactly what was needed.

"I like to come prepared." You smiled shyly, hoping he wasn't judging you.

"What else do you have in that magical bag of yours?" He scooted closer and you pulled out a bouncy ball, an old bus pass, your work keycard and a folded piece of paper. Erwin took the ball and the paper, opening it up and reading.

"Thirty-six questions to fall in love." He held it up. "This is something you need to have with you at all times?"

"My friend gave me that." You both laughed and you tried to grab it, but he pulled it away quickly.

"A friend, huh?" His eyes scanned over the first couple questions then looked at you. "I might be interested in asking you some of these questions."

"Me?" Your eyes went wide. Why would he want to ask you any of those questions? You had to admit, you hadn't actually read any of them when Fen gave you the paper, but if it's about falling in love, you were sure the questions were about marriage and children. Why would Erwin want to ask any of those?

"I am a bit short on other participants." He gestured around to the empty elevator. "Even so. You seem like you have a lot going on in your head."

You looked up at him. This night was already a bust, stuck in an elevator with a stranger, albeit an incredibly handsome stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. Why not reveal all of your insecurities, past boyfriends, career failures and whatever other strange questions that paper had.

You turned your body to face him, lifting your legs until you were sitting cross-legged and placed your hands on your knees.

"Fine." You took a deep breath. "Let's do it."

The rules were simple. You each ask each other a question, alternating who asks and who answers until all the questions are asked an answered. It was important they are done in order because they get increasingly more personal. After all questions were answered, you and your partner are to stare into each other's eyes for four minutes.

You couldn't even say that was easier said than done because it really didn't even seem all that easy just saying it. Four minutes? You've never looked into anyone's eyes for longer than a couple seconds. This doesn't even touch on the fact that these questions were going to get more personal as you moved. The only thing that made this even remotely worth it was knowing every question you had to answer, Erwin had to answer the same one and you would be lying if that wasn't exciting you.

…..

"Number three. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?" Erwin set the list down in between you as you thought about the question. It didn't really require that much thought honestly. You were a highly anxious person.

"Yes." You nodded once and smiled. Erwin waited for you to keep going, but you just stared at him and then remembered. "Oh right! I ask the next one."

You picked up the paper and Erwin took it from you, holding it above him and laughing at you as you let confusion spread across your face.

"It's expected you also answer why." He explained. "The idea is to get to know each other."

"Yes, but I thought the reasoning was obvious." You pointed out.

"Not to me." He lowered his hand, setting the paper down as he watched you fiddle with your fingers.

"I find it almost necessary to practice it. Otherwise I'll stumble over my words and get confused." You admitted, shifting uncomfortably. You looked up and smiled, trying to pretend you weren't as uneasy as you looked. "I bet you don't have to do that."

"I think we each have our own insecurities." His smile was so understanding it had you biting your lip and looking down quickly, heat rushing to your cheeks. "I appreciate you sharing your answer."

…..

"Number eight." You paused as you read the question to yourself, a small gust of worry running through you. This definitely meant he was going to look at you. "Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common."

You cleared your throat, keeping your eyes down on the paper, trying your best not show how uncomfortable it was going to be to have him staring at you. You could already feel his gaze. Was he looking at the dirt on your legs and skirt? Was he critiquing how messy your hair was or how your shirt didn't match the rest of what you were wearing? Maybe he was judging your feet and your choice of socks. You looked down, making sure you did, in fact, shave your legs.

You couldn't handle it anymore. You let your eyes slowly look up at him, meeting his stare. He was sitting cross-legged, his chin resting on his fist which was propped up on his knee, the smile on his face had a flush of warmth rushing to your cheeks and swirling in your chest.

"To start, I think we both care quite a bit about how we're perceived by others." He leaned back on his arms, straightening his legs out, his left leg brushing against yours and you shivered at the warmth. "We have a similar sense of fashion. I also have that same coat."

He pointed to your jacket laying on the floor and you looked over at it, taking the moment to look away from him and gather yourself. He was quiet and you wondered if maybe he didn't realize that was only two things in common. You turned to look at him.

"You're supposed to name three." You reminded him, looking at him with your eyebrows together. He smiled.

"I would stake a guess that we're both big rule followers."

…..

"Alright. Number thirteen. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?" He set the paper down in front of you, going back to resting his chin on his fist, a position you were beginning to realize was his go-to.

"Hmm…" You thought about it. There was no way you would ever want to know your future. You did that once at a carnival and you had anxiety for the next year over it. "I guess I would want to know the truth about myself."

"What about yourself?"

"I think I would ask if I was a good person." You nodded slowly. "Yeah, I would want to know if I am a good person."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"A good person." He laughed.

"That's what I would ask. I don't know."

"Well what is a good person?" He sat up straight. "To you. Your definition."

"To me?" You were fiddling with your fingers again, a nervous habit that you often did when you were feeling eyes on you. "I guess someone who tries their best to be helpful and kind to everyone equally."

"I think that's a fair definition." He nodded and you picked up the paper. "Do you do those things?"

"The things I listed?" You knew what he was getting at. He nodded. "Yeah."

"So you have a definition of what a good person is and you're already doing those things. Why do you need to ask a crystal ball if you're a good person?"

"For confirmation?" You honestly had no idea. Why did you want to ask that? Erwin had a point. "I guess I don't feelgood enough?"

"But if a crystal ball told you it was enough, you would believe it?" It all sounded so good in your head, but when you put it out there and he repeated it, it sounded like something a child would say.

"I guess it sounds kind of dumb when it's said like that." You laughed uncomfortably.

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry." He put his hand on yours and you shivered at the warmth and looked up. His eyes looked so concerned.

"No, I didn't mean to make you feel bad for saying it. I just realized it sounded bad out loud." You both laughed at your apologies. Erwin rested his chin back on his fist.

"I was just trying to say that if something as simple as a crystal ball was enough for you to believe you were a good person, would you believe me if I told you?"

"This is only number thirteen." You smiled. "Are you sure you know me well enough?"

…..

"Fifteen. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?" You put the paper down in between you both, the space that was beginning to grow smaller as you each moved closer together.

You were both getting increasingly more comfortable with each other as the questions got deeper and more personal. You had removed your shoes, scooting closer to Erwin while he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, moving closer to you.

Erwin looked up, thinking about the question. You've been enjoying the questions more as they went on, making Erwin think a bit more each time before answering. It gave you time to admire his face, his perfect bone structure, his incredible blue eyes, and the way he liked to tap his finger on his lip when he thought about things.

"I want to say deciding my career path." He looked at you and it made you smile. "I thought I would… I was expected tofollow in my father's footsteps and become a teacher, but I chose my own path. I'm happy with that."

"What do you like about your current job?" You asked him.

"I like my job because it gives me the freedom to continue things I have interest in, like teaching kids about finance."

"Wait." You held your hand up. "You are proud of not following your father and being a teacher so that you could get a job in finance just so you could teach kids finance?"

"It certainly sounds silly when you say it like that." You both laughed.

…..

"Twenty-nine. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life." You put your hand out and Erwin took an M&M from it, tossing it in the air and you caught it in your mouth, the only way you were allowed to eat them then, a rule you made around question twenty.

"Okay, I have it." Erwin chewed his M&M you tossed him and continued. "When I was interviewing for my current position, I had never been to the building before that so I wasn't familiar with it. The whole building is, in essence, a big glass box. It's all windows, even the doors just look like large windows, but not the tinted ones. These are the completely clean and nearly invisible windows. As I made my way up the steps, I thought it was an open floorplan without any doors, so I just walked forward and stepped straight into the glass."

You threw your head back with laughter and quickly tried to cover your mouth so he wouldn't feel bad, snorting into your palm. Erwin smiled at you, his hand brushing over your waist before dropping to the ground.

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "That's a very understandable mistake. Honestly. It's not so bad."

"Yes, well." He continued, a small smile on his face. "I also did it on my way out the building after the interview."

You were roaring with laughter now. You tried your best to cover your mouth, but even your eyes were watering. You put your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, but dropped your face there until you could calm yourself down enough.

"I'm sorry. Really. I shouldn't be laughing at you for that."

"It's quite alright." He bit his bottom lip before quickly smiling. "It's worth it to see you smile."

…..

"Question thirty-one. Tell your partner something that you like about them already." Erwin set the paper down. It was quite amazing actually. You had only been in the elevator for a couple hours. You've only known Erwin for a couple hours. Looking at the way he set the paper down, how he was holding his face, barely looking away from you, slowly sitting back against the wall, his hands rubbing over his thighs to wipe the nervous sweat from his palms, he was uneasy. You could see it. Even knowing him for such a short time, you could already tell what he looked like when he was nervous. Thinking about it made the corner of your mouth turn up in a small smile.

You had a feeling he would expect the obvious things. He was a gentleman, he was honest, he was kind, he spoke well. You wanted to give him something to make his eyes shoot up to meet yours and to make a small smile grow on his face.

"I like that you helped take this really terrible situation on an already crappy Friday night and made me have the most fun I've had in a long time." His eyes shot up to look at you, a small smile growing on his face. Bingo.

…..

You laughed, blowing air from your mouth as you tried to hold it in, giving up and throwing your head back with a loud laugh. Erwin was smiling at you, his cheeks coloring pink as he absentmindedly slid his hands over your waist.

It was too embarrassing, too cringy, too intimate for someone you just met and you were sure even if you knew each other well, it would be just as awkward. You managed to calm yourself down enough, still letting out puffs of air and giggling every time the discomfort crossed your mind.

"Let's try again." Erwin spoke softly, shaking your hips a little as he smiled.

"It wasn't embarrassing enough that you want to do it again?" Your eyes went wide.

"I just shared thirty-six highly personal pieces of information about myself. What's four minutes of looking into eyes as beautiful as yours?"

Your jaw dropped open, bottom lip moving up and down as you searched for something to say. He was flirting, that was definitely flirting. The idea of a man like this flirting with you left you a bit speechless. You finally just sank back, smiling shyly as you looked at your hands.

"We don't have to." He leaned his head to the side to look at your face. "I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable."

"No, it's okay." You looked up at him. The idea of a man like him flirting with you might be unbelievable, but this whole situation was a bit unbelievable and while you were living in a dream, you might as well really live in it. "Let's try again."

He smiled and it melted your insides. You weren't a confident person naturally. There were a handful of things you could confidently say you didn't overthink, but the majority of the time, you were always second guessing everything you did, every decision you made. So when you decided to sit yourself on his legs in front of him, hands resting on either side of his thighs, you were just as surprised as he was, his blue eyes peering into yours as his eyebrows dropped and he let out an exhale.

"Start the timer," you instructed. He didn't even look down at his phone as he started the four-minute timer from zero. He dropped a quick glance down to your lips and brought his eyes back to yours, a small smile played on his lips.

You weren't brazen enough to sit on his thighs, your butt rested comfortable on his shins and your upper body leaned forward towards him, but the new shift in position gave you a confidence you didn't have a moment before.

His phone let out one small beep and you smiled. One minute had passed. You held his gaze, noticing him licking his lips, his tongue fliting out and the tiniest lip bite before he rested his lips in a smile. You shifted in your spot and his hands inched their way to yours. His first finger getting there first, wrapping itself around your pinky and you smiled, encouragement to have the rest of his hand follow.

A second beep from his phone and he rubbed his hand gently up and back down your forearm. You sat yourself a bit closer, lifting yourself off his legs and slowly scooting forward until your butt rested on the cushy muscles of his thighs. His hands connected with yours until they slipped free and rested on your waist, sliding back and roughly grabbing the extra meat of your hips. He blinked slowly, licking his lips and you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest. He raised his knees, sliding your body down his thighs and pushing you up against his chest, your faces barely an inch apart.

You couldn't help but smile at him and he brushed your hair from your face, his hand cupping your jaw while his other hand brought your body even closer to him. His eyes moved to your lips, looking away from your eyes for the first time since the four minutes started.

You rested your palms on his chest, feeling just how firm, yet soft it was before letting yourself lean in to press your lips tenderly to his. It was like electricity shooting through your body at the contact and your hands quickly moved to the back of his head, pulling him in. He must have felt the same way because his hands slid up your back to keep you in his lap and resting against him.

You moved your lips slightly against his and he opened his mouth, teasing your lips with his tongue until you opened your mouth. He didn't push his way in, his tongue waited for yours to meet him halfway before he started exploring the cavern of your mouth. You panted against his mouth. You were amazed that he still tasted like minty toothpaste, even after all the snacks you both ate and you wondered if your breath had any remnants of anything fresh, but the pull of his hands to bring you closer had you thinking it couldn't be that bad.

His hand slid lower down your back, the touch giving you chills. He timidly ran over your hips, and moved back up, settling on your waist. You slid towards him a bit, your hips barely lifting up before resting back in his lap and he groaned, a deep rumble that echoed off the walls of the elevator and vibrated through to your own chest.

You smiled. Your lips pulling away from his, but your hands remained in his hair, brushing through the blond locks now entirely out of place. He sighed, looking at where his hands were resting on your hips. He moved one of those hands to your cheek and leaned back in to kiss you as the four-minute alarm on his phone sounded and you both jumped, laughing quietly.

He turned back to you and continued leaning in, his hand moving to behind your head as his lips reached yours.

"Hey! Is there someone in there?" Someone called from outside the elevator. Your eyes widened and you stood up.

"Hello? Yes! We're stuck!" You called through the doors, hoping your voice was loud enough. You turned back to Erwin, grinning with excitement and he stood up, fixing his shirt sleeves and moving behind you.

"Alright! We got a guy who can open up these doors." The man called from outside.

You stepped back, directly into Erwin's arms and he held your shoulders. The contact with him made you turn around to look at him. He had his suit jacket back on and you remembered your shoes. The man that was outside started prying open the doors and you grabbed your shoes, sliding them on and picking up the things from your purse that were scattered along the ground.

In the corner of the elevator was the small plastic capsule of your pantyhose and for a moment, you froze. In the time you were stuck in there with Erwin, for a short amount of time you had completely forgotten about your blind date. The man probably waited for hours only to hear nothing back from you. Guilt was starting to settle in. Even if you didn't want to go on the date in the first place, you weren't the kind of person to just leave someone hanging like that. And the whole time you were in here enjoying yourself with Erwin. Well, you may have been trapped, but knowing you were having fun with someone else made your stomach fill with shame.

You stood up, having collected all your things and faced the elevator doors. Your mood shifting entirely from only moments before. Erwin had grabbed his things and put his shoes back on. You could see light coming from the slowly growing crack in the elevator doors and you squinted a bit as your eyes adjusted. Erwin moved closer to you, his arm pressing against yours as he leaned in.

"Y/N, I…" You looked up to him.

"Alright, that's it. You guys can come through." The man told. Erwin pressed his lips together in a smile.

"After you." He gestured. You stepped through the elevator doors onto the landing of the sixth floor.

You only had a couple floors to walk up and while you could have done it alone, it was nice walking with him. That is, until the realization hit that you were only going to be walking with him for a couple short flights of stairs, after which, you will say your good-byes and most likely never see each other again.

There really wasn't any way this man wanted to see you more than the forced three hours he just had to endure. You sighed to yourself. That thought coupled with the mixture of guilt for your blind date was enough for this Friday night. When you made it to your floor, you opened the stairwell door, made sure to hold it for him and quickly hurried to your apartment and unlocked the door.

You rushed inside, closing the door behind you and resting your head against the door. That was fun, but there was no way it was going further. Your date may have been cancelled at this point, but Erwin still had time for whatever rendezvous he had planned. Just the thought of you kissing him without knowing anything about who he was coming to see was making you cringe.

Beyond that, there was the notion that your kiss would lead to something and that was embarrassing enough. You didn't need to stick around after that. To think that anything else would come of it was a lot of pressure and expectations on him just to fulfill your little girl fantasy. You both got caught up in the moment and that was it. There was nothing else to it. You took a deep breath and set your bag on the floor.

Walking to your dining room table, you pulled out your phone to call your friend. You may not have wanted to go on that blind date at all, but forcing the poor schmuck to wait hours for you without even a text was unfair.

As you unlocked the screen, you saw twelve unread messages from Fen and quickly looked through them.

[6:30pm I just spoke with him. He's on his way to your place now.]

[6:38pm I guess I forgot to mention how punctual he is.]

[6:38pm A lot better than me, right? XD]

[6:45pm What are you going to wear?]

[6:50pm You're so lucky you have a friend like me to set you up on dates for a Friday night.]

[6:51pm He just texted me. He's at your place]

[6:51pm Why aren't you answering your bell?]

[6:52pm You're not standing him up, right? Please, he's so cute!]

[6:54pm Someone let him in. I told him your apartment number. You better let him in!]

[7:15pm I haven't heard from him so you must be out. Why aren't you texting me?]

[7:16pm I guess that must mean you're having a great time!]

[7:24pm I just ate a whole pack of Oreos.]

Your heart was racing. Someone let him in? You checked the time of the message. Someone let him in around the time you were letting Erwin into the lobby. Your jaw dropped, your mind hurrying through your thoughts.

You didn't have time to think about it because your doorbell rang and your head shot up from your phone as your heart nearly leapt from your chest. Hesitantly, you set your phone down on the table, letting your mind believe what you were hoping was true. Before you could overthink it, you walked to the door, unlocking it and turning the knob, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open.

Erwin stood there, his jacket back on, shirt straightened and hair back in place.

"I—uh… it looks like I'm your date for tonight." He smiled nervously at you, his phone in his hands with Fen's name on the screen. "If you're still interested, I would very much like to accompany you to dinner."

You were still interested. You were more than still interested. What were the chances that the man you enjoyed so much time with stuck in an elevator was the date you were supposed to meet all along? You made a mental note to thank Fen because, for once, she was spot on with this match. You smiled broadly and pretended to think about it, playfully tapping your finger to your lips in the same way he did when he thought.

"How do you feel about having dinner at my place?" You stepped back a bit, opening the door wider.

"I think I'd like that very much." He stepped inside and you closed the door.