Widojest modern au meet in a broken lift
Jester jabbed at the button frantically, swearing under her breath. The lift refused to budge.
"Fuck fuck fuck shit balls motherfucker," she hissed.
The other person in the lift, a redheaded guy with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen--not that she was looking--seemed amused.
"Going somewhere?" he asked sardonically.
Jester turned to him, smoothing her pencil skirt as she did so.
"A new job," she said. "I'm, uh, a personal assistant. Under Mr. Ermendrud. And I can't--I can't be late for my first day, they said when they hired me he was very strict!!! He might, he might fire me immediately if I was late!"
A corner of his thin lips quirked.
"You think he'd be so cruel as to fire someone on their first day for being late because the lift was broken?"
"I don't know!" Jester wailed. "I just! I just want to do well!"
The man smiled--a full, proper smile, teeth and everything, and it was dazzling. Jester's stupid stupid heart skipped a beat.
"I assure you," he said, "Mr. Ermendrud will understand."
Jester smiled at him. "That's a relief to hear. Oh!" She stuck out her hand. "I'm Jester--I mean, Jesenia Lavorre. Everyone calls me Jester, though."
The man took her hand and shook it firmly. "Call me Bren."