Scenario:Aniyah Sanchez a brown skinned afro-latina and DaJuan Giovanni a brown skinned Italian-Jamaican are the main characters. The short book is based in Milan where they both go to the same university. Aliyah is fashion and modeling major while Dajuan is a photography major. They first meet in an elevator where they both get stuck, Aniyah has a panick attack and DaJuan comforts her, makes her feel safe. Coincidentally modeling students are to partner up with photography students a project and Aniyah and Dajuan happened to be paired together from there what was just a simple class project blossomed into a beautiful relationship.
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Aniyah Sanchez a brown skinned afro-latina and DaJuan Giovanni a brown skinned Italian-Jamaican are the main characters. The short book is based in Milan where they both go to the same university. Aliyah is fashion and modeling major while Dajuan is a photography major. They first meet in an elevator where they both get stuck, Aniyah has a panick attack and DaJuan comforts her, makes her feel safe. Coincidentally modeling students are to partner up with photography students a project and Aniyah and Dajuan happened to be paired together from there what was just a simple class project blossomed into a beautiful relationship.
Aniyah Sanchez
fashion and modeling major,brown skinned afrolatina,romantically involved with DaJuan,slender with curly hair,determined and creative.
DaJuan Giovanni
photography major,brown skinned ItalianJamaican,romantically involved with Aniyah,tall with dreadlocks,protective and artistic.
Maria Rodriguez
Aniyah's best friend and confidante,supportive of Aniyah's relationship with DaJuan.
"Is this thing working?"
I asked aloud to no one, slapping the elevator buttons again in frustration.
I was already running late for my first day of class, and now the stupid elevator was broken.
I jabbed at the buttons a few more times before throwing my hands up in the air and letting out a frustrated sigh.
It was not my day.
Just then the elevator lurched to life and shot upward.
I stumbled, grabbing for the wall to steady myself.
"Whoa."
The elevator came to a stop on the top floor, and I stepped out onto the rooftop of the Polimoda university building.
It was five stories up, and I was terrified of heights.
I glanced around at the large metal mesh enclosure that surrounded the rooftop.
It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.
I was still shaking my head over the malfunctioning elevator when I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the rooftop.
A tall, broad shouldered man with dark brown skin and dreadlocks walked toward me.
He had on black slacks and a white button up shirt with a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder.
I stood in front of my dorm mirror, adjusting my favorite red scarf around my neck, the soft fabric a comforting familiarity.
The rain pattered against the window, a reminder of the storm outside, and I grabbed my umbrella, dashing out into the wet morning.
Splashing through puddles on my way to the university, I quickened my pace, not wanting to be late for our project meeting with DaJuan.
Reaching the elevator, I shook off the rain and stepped inside, just as the doors began to close, DaJuan appeared, his hand halting their movement.
He entered with a nod, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I felt a flutter in my chest.
Moments later, the elevator jolted to a halt, and I froze, my heart racing; I pressed buttons frantically before sinking to the floor.
"No, no, no," I muttered, panic rising up like a wave.
DaJuan knelt beside me, speaking softly, "Hey, it's okay, Aniyah, we're going to get out of here."
I looked up at him, his calm demeanor a balm to my frazzled nerves.
The elevator was dark and silent, except for the sound of our breathing and the patter of rain outside.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios.
Suddenly, DaJuan's phone beeped, and he pulled it out of his pocket.
"I've got a signal," he said, his eyes scanning the screen. "I'll call for help."
As he dialed, I heard footsteps echoing from outside the elevator, growing louder with each passing moment.
My heart skipped a beat as the doors creaked open, and a maintenance worker peered in at us.
"Ah, thank God," I breathed, relief washing over me.
But before we could even stand up, the lights flickered and died, plunging us into darkness.
"Aniyah, there's something I need to tell you," DaJuan's voice cut through the blackness, steady and serious.
I turned towards him, my curiosity piqued despite the situation.
"The elevator wasn't broken by accident; someone wanted us up here."