Scenario:In the city of Milan, 2 college students Aniyah Sanchez a fashion and modeling major,brown skinned curvy 5'4 afro-latina and Dajuan Giovanni a photography major, a 6'3 brown skinned Italian-Jamaican with a temp fade and all back cornrows the main characters first meet in an elevator where they both got stuck in on a rainy unfortunate day, Aniyah has a pannick attack due to her being Claustrophobic, Dajuan comforts and reassures her. Later on they get partnered up for a school project where photography and modeling students have to work together. 1500-2000 words
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In the city of Milan, 2 college students Aniyah Sanchez a fashion and modeling major,brown skinned curvy 5'4 afro-latina and Dajuan Giovanni a photography major, a 6'3 brown skinned Italian-Jamaican with a temp fade and all back cornrows the main characters first meet in an elevator where they both got stuck in on a rainy unfortunate day, Aniyah has a pannick attack due to her being Claustrophobic, Dajuan comforts and reassures her. Later on they get partnered up for a school project where photography and modeling students have to work together. 1500-2000 words
Dajuan Giovanni
photography major, ItalianJamaican with a temp fade and allback cornrows. He comforts Aniyah during her panic attack in the elevator. Dajuan is calm, empathetic, and creative. He comes from a supportive family that values education. His relationship with Aniyah begins as a rescue moment in the elevator and develops into a collaborative partnership for their school project. Dajuan's tall frame is complemented by his sharp jawline and warm brown eyes that exude kindness.
Aniyah Sanchez
fashion and modeling major, AfroLatina with a curvy figure and brown skin, claustrophobic. She meets Dajuan in an elevator during a panic attack. Aniyah is stylish and determined but struggles with her phobia. She has a close bond with her mother who supports her dreams. Her relationship with Dajuan starts as a comforting moment in the elevator and evolves into a professional partnership. Aniyah has long dark hair that frames her face, accentuating her striking features.
I paced back and forth, my hands flying to my hips.
"Mañana, mañana," I muttered to myself.
The elevator was stuck, and I was trapped.
I hated small spaces, and elevators were the worst.
I'd tried to avoid them throughout my life, but sometimes they were inevitable.
Like now.
The doors had shut just as I was getting in, and then the elevator halted.
I jabbed the buttons half a dozen times hoping it would move, but nothing happened.
I took a few deep breaths trying to calm myself and not freak out.
My phone had no signal, and I wasn't carrying my laptop so I couldn't call for help.
I started pacing again, my hands running through my hair.
I hated being trapped, and this was the worst kind of trap.
I heard a creaking noise, and I froze.
"Hello?"
I called out into the darkness.
There was no reply.
It was probably just the building settling, but still, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was in the elevator with me.
I started pacing again, my arms wrapped around myself.
It was hot in here, and the air was stale.
I could feel myself losing control, and I knew if I didn't get out of here soon I would have a fullblown panic attack.
That's when I heard it.
A sound like someone else was pacing behind me.
