<div style="text-indent:1em;">Nathaniel Beck Shepherd was not a very lucky man. Now don’t pity him, this was just his natural reaction after losing just about every heads or tails, games of chance, and as of late getting stuck inside an elevator during a building blackout. He had that kind of bad luck. Sure, he was alive, but getting stuck inside an elevator was literally one of the most ridiculously horrifying thing to ever happen to someone inside a building.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">It really wasn’t all bad though, it could have been worse. He could have been stuck inside an elevator with some kind of serial killer or rapist. At the least he was with someone who didn’t look like a serial killer or rapist. The person, the only other person stuck inside the elevator was a woman. She was a very pretty woman too. She had short blonde hair and looked relatively tall, but probably not as tall him though since he was six foot four. She reminded him of a pixie, a very spunky and edgy pixie like a mix of Audrey Hepburn and Pink.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Not to say that he wasn’t bad looking, but he was definitely not some kind of model. A friend of his told him that he had a boy next-door kind of look that worked great when he was younger, but at 26 that look should not work anymore; plus he wore suit constantly and his face didn’t work with such a formal attire. He got some compliments about his face before, but really at his age does anyone really want to be told that they looked like a teenager. It might be different for actors seeing, as they needed to be able to play a wide range. At the least, it was only his face that looked young since he had a pretty big body that matched his age, not muscular of course, but he was lean and athletic enough.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">To be honest he didn’t know how he got in this mess. There wasn’t anything in the news about there being a reason for a blackout. This building doesn’t have a history of accidents or remotely anything other than normal, and he’d know he’s been working here for three years. The first year was an internship, but still he’d been here long enough to know that this building is safe. Moreover, it’s brand new, it’s only five years old, but in the world of architecture five is still young or so his friend said.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Checking his watch, yeah he has a watch in the age where most people don’t wear watches anymore, he realized he’s, well the two of the, have been inside the small elevator for about fifteen minutes now. They haven’t talked since they both realized that there was nothing to do, but wait for help. It’s been the most dreadful silence ever, well not ever, he’s been on some blind dates before and those were considerably worst. They weren’t his idea though since blind dating seemed like the most ridiculous thing right next to Jersey Shore, thank god that show’s dead. If it was up to him he’d rather have an arranged than go on a blind date, since with arranged marriages both members knew quite well that they were getting married for political reasons and not love.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He had a feeling that they were not gonna get out any time soon and that feeling combined with his luck he was pretty sure he was right. If anything, they were probably going to be stuck here for an hour, or worst. They might as well get comfortable. Beck adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, his body leaning on one of the elevator walls and his legs sprawled out on the floor. He yawned and looked at the pixilated number sign on top of the doors. “Stuck on the thirty third floor life couldn’t get any better than this.” The sarcasm was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.</div>