I walk into the elevator — and he's already there.<br> Relaxed, leaning slightly, still wet from the pool — drops glistening on his skin.<br> I'd seen him earlier. He caught my eye right away.<br>We exchanged glances — slow, deliberate.<br>— What floor? — I ask, fingers hovering over the buttons.<br> — Fourth, — he answers with a smile.<br> — Same here, — I reply.<br>It’s just small talk… but there’s tension. Heat.<br> Before parting, he says,<br> — If you're bored, knock on my door.<br> — Only if you knock first, — I tease, walking out.<br>Back in my room, I head straight to the shower.<br> Warm water. Soapy skin. Steam rising.<br> And then — total darkness.<br> The power cuts off. I'm soaked and covered in foam.<br>No phone signal. No lights.<br> So I grab a robe and go next door.<br>He opens the door and stares at me — wet, flushed, half-covered.<br> I don’t even need to explain.<br>— Can I use your phone? I’ve got no power.<br> — Sure. Come in.<br> — Mind if I finish my shower here

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