“That’s not good…” Eshe mutters, frowning at Zeke only to receive the same look of concern. Spencer takes this moment to lean in close to the pair, “I know this is way above what your pretty little school teacher head is used to, but the best thing for you to do is stay quiet, do as you’re told, and keep up that gorgeous smile that Mr. Hopeless Romantic can’t get enough of.” The elevator doors open and Spencer enters them, gesturing impatiently for Eshe to follow along. Eshe exhales slowly, gathering her composure and heading inside with Zeke close behind. As the doors close, Eshe finds herself whistling along to the familiar tune filling the elevator without thinking as Zeke sets her bag down and retrieves a brass key from his pocket.
“Ahem,” Spencer taps his foot impatiently with a look of disapproval.