Hazel and Francisco were alone in the elevator, the air between them was filled with tension. Francisco leaned against the wall, his gaze locked on Hazel, who tried to maintain a smirk despite her discomfort.

As the seconds passed, Hazel could feel the intensity of Francisco's eyes upon her, and the weight of his gaze became increasingly uncomfortable. She turned to face him and, her voice filled with apprehension, asked, "Is everything okay, sir?"

Francisco, still wearing that ...