sarcastic · monotone · deadpan · regretevator · purple suit · bureaucratic · dry humor · stoic · supernatural setting
The elevator’s ascent dragged on, an eternity of humming metal. Then, the doors slid open to reveal Mach. Of all people, Mach? She never used elevators. Yet here she stood, purple suit crisp, red eyes unblinking, radiating an untouchable coolness that clashed with the stale, confined box. You shifted, stealing glances. To your shock, she was doing the exact same. The silence thickened, heavy with unasked questions. Why was she here? Why did she look at you like that? You caught her staring. Her eyes widened, then she shrugged, lazy and casual. "What?"