[ LOCAL TIME 12:29 ]
"That's it," Nathan's husky voice starts as he stands from the corner he's remained in since the elevator shut down. "I've had it. We're getting out of here right now."
Confused, I click the pause button on the game of Solitaire I was playing on my phone and look up, seeing Nathan pushing his palms against the metal ceiling panels.
"What the Hell are you doing?" I spat angrily at him, not even having the energy to stand up and stop him.
"I'm going to get one of these panels up and since you have a smaller frame, I'm going to push you up. You're going to climb up to the nearest floor, get out, and then come back down here for me."
"That's a stupid plan."
"Why?"
"Because why would I come back and rescue you?"
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Last Flight Home [completed]
Storie breviIt was one thing having an extended layover at the airport on a major holiday. It was another thing to have searing-hot coffee spilt all over my white shirt. And maybe it was another thing to get stuck in an elevator with an arrogant college student...