It had been exactly one week since his embarrassing fuck up in class.
It was a miracle he came back at all, really. He'd seriously thought of dropping the class, if only because he didn't want to live with that humiliation when he made eye contact with Leena again. Hell, he couldn't look at anyone in that class without reliving this situation. Fortunately his professor thought he'd been terribly sick after that fainting spell, so a few missed days were acceptable; once he finally returned, he sat all the way at the back of the classroom, concentrating on the wood markings on his desk instead of the class at hand all the while.
Things went a little better than he expected. No one called him out on his opinion or his fainting spell, and while he could've sworn he felt Leena's eyes on him a few times, he never glanced up to make absolutely certain. Instead he dwelled quietly within these three feet of space, showing up just before class started and leaving immediately when dismissed. He was still doing fine in class-- homework turned in on time, flawless grades on his tests-- but his participation grade would suffer. He was willing to put up with that.
Fate wasn't kind to him on this particular day, however. As he stood up to leave class, the zipper of his backpack broke and the contents of it spilled all over the floor. He eyed them for a moment, seriously considering the possibility of leaving it all behind and replacing it later, before sucking it up to gather his things. No one helped-- no surprise there-- but he was thankful to see that no one stayed behind, either. His anxiety over this situation was misplaced.
But, thanks to that small hiccup, he just so happened to be five minutes later leaving than usual. As he reached the elevator he didn't pay attention to who was inside; he just stepped in, pressed the button he needed, and stood off to the far corner, eyeing his phone. It wasn't until the elevator halted with a jolt that he looked up, eyes widening. Even then he didn't quite realize who he was with, so much as the fact that, y'know, he was stuck in a small space. He pressed his floor button again dumbly, as if that would magically make it move again. Still nothing. He was effectively stuck in this elevator.
"Fuck," he muttered, pressing his thumb to the "call" button instead. Hopefully it worked... this elevator was old, and probably not up to date on regulations.