Summary:

The elevator is quiet. Too quiet. It presses against his skin, making him incredibly aware of the sweat cooling there. He also realizes that he hasn't hit the button to take him away from this floor. Shane glances at his phone once more, where the message glares back at him. He shakes his head and pockets the device, unaware of his thumb hitting the button to send it, reaching out with his other hand to stab at the button for his own floor.