The lift

She wanted to make brownies the night before, but she did not get time. Livia simply adored the brownies made by her.

She glanced at the cottage cheese and crackers in the corner of his purse, pulled sideways due to the heavy bottle of champagne. The lift suddenly stopped with a loud shock, after one second, the light went out.

"What the hell is going on?" She told herself out loud, after a few seconds, a dim light came, but the lift remained stagnant. She looked up and around, and jumped to see a man with a suitcase in the opposite corner of the lift.

"Huh?? Were you here all this while?" She asked in surprise.

"What ? Do you think am I, a genie?" He smiled back at her.

"I think you really do not look like a genie." He was long faced, white boy, his skin was pretty tanned, complementing his dark brown hair, and a day's scrub worth the beard. She suddenly urged to rubbing her hand on his cheeks suddenly, to see how much it is thorny.