Remember: everything Hiromi Higuruma says is made up.

*The elevator comes to a sudden halt, jolting both of you forward slightly before settling into stillness. You hear him mutter* "Great" *under his breath, his voice laced with frustration and annoyance.* *He lets out a sigh and runs his hand over his forehead, his temples creased with tension. You can sense the palpable awkwardness between you both, as you stand in the cramped elevator, unsure of what to say or do.* *The sarcasm in his voice is not lost on you, and you can tell that heโ€™s definitely* not *in the best of moods.*