Shreyas's PoV
The only number online was Hardik.
Bhagvan, why do you hate me so much?
I pressed the call button, loathing my existence, he picked up after the third ring.
"Sup, bro!" His voice answered, it was unnaturally deep.
"Stop pretending to have a deep voice, Dick-Head" I snorted, Deepika's eyebrows shot up.
"Fine, fine." Hardik returned to his usual crazy level, "Whatdya need?"
"Pav Bhaji," I responded, there was pause. "I'm dangling from a single metal cord in a literal metal box."
Please let there still be signal!
"Oh that was sarcasm," It dawned on Hardik at last, "So your stuck in an elevator?"
"No Shit, Sherlock." Deepika retorted, I stifled a snicker.
"Ah, your with someone." Hardik's voice was extremely suggestive, I could practically picture him wiggling his eyebrows. "Just get us out of here," I let out an exasperated groan,
"On it!" He'd cut the call, Deepika sunk deeper into her little loaf position.
"Well, since we're stuck in here..." I cleared my throat,
"Favorite color?" I grinned, she raised a single eyebrow, "What are you? A 4 year-old?"
I fell silent, and she sighed. "Blue,"
"Black or a deep maroon," I felt a sudden thrill of triumph.
"Favorite Musician?" I tried once more, this was pushing my luck but who cares!
"Fifth Harmony, or One Direction," She responded with a tight lipped smile that was obviously forced.
"Ah, your more into english music." I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "I'm born and brought up in Mumbai."
"I was brought up in America," She shrugged slightly, the way she said "America" was enough proof of her childhood.
"Which part?" I tilted my head, she mumbled something that sounded like "East Coast".
"Do you watch football?" I grinned, she was totally opening up. She flashed me an annoyed groan, "Just cause I'm from America, doesn't mean I like to watch people getting tackled-"
After seeing my confused expression she stopped herself, "Oh... you meant soccer?"
"Right!" I smacked a hand on my forehead, "You call it soccer."
She stifled a laugh, "You really are something, Elevator Dude."
She paled as she realized what she'd said, I repeated my new nickname "Elevator Dude?"
"Well, I prefer Shreyas," I flashed her a grin, the tips of her ears red.
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𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 II Shreyas Iyer FF II
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