Magnetic Hearts

{3} Magnetic Hearts {♥}

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Chapter Three:

Tyler

She has the most shocking blue eyes and they’re locked on mine. The camera that’s strapped around my neck falls from my hands. It sways back and forth above my chest.

I take in a deep breath and then step inside.

The girl is wet, and clearly shivering. She’s trying to wring the water from her long, dark hair.

We remain silent even though I want nothing more than to talk to her.

Eventually, when the elevator reaches the seventh floor, my stubborn streak wins out and I finally come up with something to say. Naturally, it’s stupid but about the best that I can do at this moment.

“So, is this whole wet-look a new fashion statement or did you just come from a modelling shoot about water?”

Her beautiful eyes flash over onto mine before she turns her head, breaking the eye-contact, and says, “That or the possibility that it’s raining.” Her full, pink lips are set in a fine line.

Moments after she speaks, the lights flicker and the elevator lurches.

“Whoa,” I exclaim, grabbing hold of the wall to try and keep me balanced.

“That’s not a good sign,” I hear the girl say. “So much for the silver lining,” she whispers under her breath before a scowl crosses over her sweet features.

“Bad day, I’m guessing,” I say to her, just wanting to hear the sound of her melodic voice once more.

“Understatement,” she says before her mouth snaps shut.

“Come on, I’m sure it couldn’t be that bad,” I prompt, trying to instigate more of a conversation from her.

That was when she turns to me, her heart face tense, her rosebud nose flaring and her eyes aglow. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude but I’m really not in a good mood right now so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t keep talking to me and let me sulk in peace,” she snaps.

Funny, anger looks cute on her.

The girl lets out an angry humph and, although I think she was speaking to herself, says out loud in frustration, “What’s taking this bloody elevator so long?” She starts pressing the elevator buttons with vigour but with no results.

She is still jabbing at the elevator buttons when the power surges and the main lights go out.

Two lights remain flickering, they must be powered by generator in case of emergency, so I can still see her and she sees me.

“Great, now you broke it,” I tease.

“Shut it,” she says through gritted teeth as she continues to press the buttons.

“You do realize that’s not helping,” I say, helpfully.

She lets out another loud, heartfelt sigh, throwing her bag – that had been hanging from her shoulder – on to the floor. She leans against the back wall of the elevator, her head lifted towards the sky as if in prayer.

“Really shit day, huh?”

She nods, slightly, her eyes closed.

“Well, your days about to get worse. My guess is that the storm caused a power-out so we’ll be stuck until it passes.”