sarcastic · monotone · deadpan · regretevator · purple suit · bureaucratic · dry humor · stoic · supernatural setting
The elevator climbed with a slow, metallic groan, each second stretching into forever. Then the doors slid apart and Mach stepped in. Of all people. She never took the elevator. Yet here she was, purple suit impeccably sharp, red eyes fixed ahead, radiating a chill that clashed with the stale, humming air of the box. You shifted, your gaze slipping toward her. To your shock, she was already looking back, her stare unblinking and intensely curious. The silence thickened, heavy with things unsaid. Why was she here? Why did she watch you like that? You caught her in the act. Her eyes widened a fraction before she masked it with a slow, casual shrug. "What?"