Spencer walked into the elevator at the first floor of his hotel, headed for the forty-second. The fifteen-year-old ha no idea why his parents ha wanted to get a room so high up, for he wasn't very fond of heights.

When the elevator stopped at the fourth floor, a girl about Spencer's age with fiery straight red hair got onto the elavator. Spencer made room, even though there was plenty, and the two stood in their opposite corners of the elevator in silence for a while.

After a minute, the girl asked, "How far up you goin'?"

"Forty-second," Spencer replied. "You?"

"Forty-ninth. I'm Fraya."

"Fraya?" Spencer snorted a laugh. "Never heard that one before."

Fraya narrowed her eyes. "It wasn't a joke."

"I know," Spencer said, confused by Fraya's offense.

They told in an awkward silence again for a while, then Spencer spoke up.

"Uh," he said uncertainly, "I'm Spencer."

Fraya stayed quiet for a second, then sighed and said, almost begrudgingly, "Hi Spencer."

"Hello Fraya," Spencer replied, politely this time, and held out his hand. Fraya shook it, but only because she wouldn't want to seem rude. Not because her elevator companion was super cute. Nope.

A little screen showed that they'd made it to the thirty-fourth floor when the doors opened next. The two were still the only ones on the elevator.

"So, Fraya," Spencer said. "While we're stuck here together, we may as well talk. Believe me, if I'd had my phone-"

"I get the point," Fraya interrupted.

"Right," Spencer said, embarrassed. "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I don't really know. Maybe I'll be a lawyer. I'm pretty good at arguing."

"I could tell."

Fraya glared at Spencer, and he grinned good naturedly, raising his hands above his head in defeat. "Sorry, sorry. You just seem like lawyer material is all."

"Thanks," Fraya mumbled. At that moment, they reached floor forty-two.

"Well, this is my stop," Spencer told Fraya. "See you around?"

"Yeah, sure," Fraya said, waving goodbye to her elevator buddy. "See you around."