wewe silently curse to yourself under your breath as wewe drop your mascara brush down at the bathroom counter. The dark makeup smudges and creates a black spot on your recently cleaned and- not to mention - white counter. wewe let out a sigh of relief when wewe finish your makeup for the day.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, wewe let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, wewe stalk toward the door. Fumbling with the keys, you’re finally able to lock the door behind you. To your ultimate horror though, the elevator doors are about to close when wewe turn around. You’re already too late for work and wewe can’t afford to come into work even later than wewe already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” wewe call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when wewe slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, wewe lean your head on the ukuta behind you.
“Are wewe okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making wewe re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes wewe have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, wewe find your moyo thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, wewe remember the swali he had sent your way and wewe nod slowly.
“Yeah,” wewe breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” wewe explain with a slight frown, not wanting to upset your slightly OCD boss.
“I’m sure it’s gonna work out fine. A pretty girl like wewe must be able to use her charm, right?” wewe let out a small laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment.
“It’s not that easy when your boss is a woman.” The beautiful boy laughs, extending his hand toward you.
“I’m Justin,” he introduces himself with a winning smile and wewe know immediately that he has had his own way with his ‘charm’.
“I’m (Y/N).”
“It’s nice to meet you, beautiful.” Justin laughs again, “And tell your boss that I’m sorry for keeping wewe late.” wewe scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when wewe notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two dakika au so - wewe had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
wewe sigh to yourself as wewe glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when wewe had your run-in with that guy, Justin, wewe hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. His husky voice, his charming smile and his mesmerizing eyes. It didn’t make sense to wewe how wewe could be so captivated kwa a stranger wewe just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, wewe almost shoot out of your kiti, kiti cha - hoping to meet Justin again. wewe know it is a long shot because wewe had never seen him in the building before and for all wewe knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive nyumbani is faster than wewe thought it would have been and wewe find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and wewe step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when wewe realize it is empty. wewe keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until wewe hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes wewe snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving wewe a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” wewe shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. wewe had not expected to meet Justin again and now that wewe did - wewe didn’t know how to act au what to say. The silence is broken when a ding is heard and a sigh involuntarily escapes your mouth.
Good going, [Y/N]. This was most likely your chance to talk to him and now wewe probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and wewe turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do wewe think I could get your number?” wewe feel your cheeks heat as wewe shyly samaki after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, wewe watched as he punched his number into it.
“Thank you, beautiful,” he whispered huskily, slipping your phone back into your hand. Then he was gone, but not before he had pressed his lips to your cheek.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, wewe let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, wewe stalk toward the door. Fumbling with the keys, you’re finally able to lock the door behind you. To your ultimate horror though, the elevator doors are about to close when wewe turn around. You’re already too late for work and wewe can’t afford to come into work even later than wewe already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” wewe call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when wewe slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, wewe lean your head on the ukuta behind you.
“Are wewe okay?” A husky voice chuckles, making wewe re-open your closed eyes. The breath hitches in your throat when your eyes meet with a pair of the most beautiful eyes wewe have ever seen. Taking in his breathtaking presence, wewe find your moyo thumping faster in your chest. Suddenly, wewe remember the swali he had sent your way and wewe nod slowly.
“Yeah,” wewe breathe out. “I’m okay. Just late for work.” wewe explain with a slight frown, not wanting to upset your slightly OCD boss.
“I’m sure it’s gonna work out fine. A pretty girl like wewe must be able to use her charm, right?” wewe let out a small laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment.
“It’s not that easy when your boss is a woman.” The beautiful boy laughs, extending his hand toward you.
“I’m Justin,” he introduces himself with a winning smile and wewe know immediately that he has had his own way with his ‘charm’.
“I’m (Y/N).”
“It’s nice to meet you, beautiful.” Justin laughs again, “And tell your boss that I’m sorry for keeping wewe late.” wewe scrunch up your nose in confusion but that’s when wewe notice that the elevator has been standing still for the past two dakika au so - wewe had just been too caught up in Justin’s presence to notice.
wewe sigh to yourself as wewe glance at the clock - once again. Ever since the early morning when wewe had your run-in with that guy, Justin, wewe hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. His husky voice, his charming smile and his mesmerizing eyes. It didn’t make sense to wewe how wewe could be so captivated kwa a stranger wewe just met. When the clock strikes and it’s time for your shift to end, wewe almost shoot out of your kiti, kiti cha - hoping to meet Justin again. wewe know it is a long shot because wewe had never seen him in the building before and for all wewe knew - he could have been visiting his girlfriend.
The drive nyumbani is faster than wewe thought it would have been and wewe find yourself standing in front of the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently. The doors open with a ding and wewe step inside, letting out a quiet sigh when wewe realize it is empty. wewe keep your eyes fixed on the floor - ashamed of yourself for being so excited over a stranger - until wewe hear the elevator ding again.
“We keep meeting like this, don’t we?” The familiar voice makes wewe snap your head towards the source. There he is. Justin is standing in front of you, giving wewe a cheeky smile.
“I guess we do.” wewe shrug, offering him a small laugh. The rest of the elevator ride upwards is filled with silence. wewe had not expected to meet Justin again and now that wewe did - wewe didn’t know how to act au what to say. The silence is broken when a ding is heard and a sigh involuntarily escapes your mouth.
Good going, [Y/N]. This was most likely your chance to talk to him and now wewe probably won’t see him again.
“Uh,” Justin speaks suddenly and wewe turned your attention towards him. “This will probably sound pretty weird, but do wewe think I could get your number?” wewe feel your cheeks heat as wewe shyly samaki after your phone in your purse. Quietly handing it to him, wewe watched as he punched his number into it.
“Thank you, beautiful,” he whispered huskily, slipping your phone back into your hand. Then he was gone, but not before he had pressed his lips to your cheek.
