Elevator

The doors closed on the elevator and you let out a breath you'd been holding since you walked into the building. Your palms had been clenched into nervous fists since you'd stepped out of the Lyft and you let them open slowly. You were alone on the elevator, a subtle gift that arrived at just the right time.

This job interview was everything. It was easily the biggest moment of your life to this point. You'd worked, studied and interviewed your way to the final step to your dream position with a dream corporation. A combination of well-placed references and dedication had gotten you here.

You turned to the side to face the mirrored wall, then took a quick look. The crisp business suit you'd chosen, a deep blue, complimented your eyes and skin tone. A white silk blouse lay against the suit fabric. You were glad you'd chosen to spray tan yesterday, it made the blue and white stand out even more against your skin. You'd pulled your hair into a loose twist and added your sapphire earrings. It was your power look and if any would get you through something this important, this was it.

You took another deep breath, closing your eyes and relishing the solitude, when the elevator slowed and stopped. Back to reality.

You waited for the front of the elevator to open but it didn't. Instead, you heard the doors open behind you and voices crept in from the hallway.

"Security will be ready upstairs," a voice said from outside, followed by a "Got it, thanks," from behind you. The voice was deep with a sexy timbre. You grinned, wishing the face matched the sound. You took a step to the side, casually turning your head to catch a glimpse.

It was like all the air disappeared. You were alone on an elevator with Chris Evans, Captain America himself. Holy shit. He was in jeans and a dark green sweater, dark leather boots and that ever-present St Christopher's medal around his neck. You feared your jaw would hit the floor in response.

He looked at you, smiling that crooked smile you'd seen in so many pictures, and you felt your entire body swoon. It was important to not give in to your buckling knees and to do all you could to harness the enormous sigh that wanted to escape.

"Good morning," he said, his voice rumbling inside the elevator.

"Good morning," you managed. You faced forward, not wanting to gawk, but glanced to the side at the mirrored wall, which gave you a perfect side view of him. It certainly appeared that no matter what angle you chose, he was sheer perfection.

You looked up, watching the number for each floor glow as they passed. You closed your eyes, pulling yourself back to your reality – slaying this job interview and fulfilling your ambitions.

The elevator crept up slowly, when suddenly there was a loud bang and it stopped with a jerk. You looked up at the numbers above the door – you appeared to be between floors 14 and 15, well short of floor 22, the home of your interview. You stepped towards the doors, muttering "no, no, no, no!" You looked quickly at your phone – you'd planned to arrive well before your appointment. This lift needed to start lifting again.

You almost forgot you had company until Chris stepped forward towards the operations panel. He bent at the knee a bit, examining it.

"Is there an alarm or a phone or something?" you asked breathlessly.

"Well, I think the red button is universal for help, right?" he said, looking at you. He saw the anxious look on your face and immediately took a step toward you. "You ok?"

"Yes," you said a little louder than you wanted. "Just – I can't be late."

He smiled again, though it wasn't as disarming this time.