#imagine being on holiday in New York. You realise you have left something in your room so you run back, leaving your friend behind.
You get into the lift with several other people and to your surprise, Nathan Sykes. You smile and he smiles back as the lift is going up. Suddenly there is a sharp stop and the lift doesn't move.
Great you think.
It is cold inside the lift and the emergancy button won't work. Everyone sits down after twenty minutes and you end up next to Nathan. He can see you're cold so offers you his jumper. You thank him and put in on. You feel strong arms wrap around you and it's Nathan. You smile and he whispers,
"Everything will be fine," you nod and lay back against him as he spoke.
Half an hour later the lift starts to work again and you walk out, grab your jacket and take the stairs back to youe impatient friends.
You tell them what happened but they don't believe you. You smile and reach into your skirt pocket.
A note inside reads;
'Call me, Nathan x' and on the back is his number.