Third-person Pov
Michael and Georgia stepped into the emergency elevator, and Georgia couldn’t help but grumble as she adjusted her mask and hoodie, feeling like a criminal on the run.
“I can’t believe you’re making me walk around like this,” she muttered, tugging at her face cap. “All black, a mask, a hoodie? Really? I look like I'm about to rob the place. I don't get why I have to be dressed like this when you're the one who should hide yourself.”
Michael, similarly dressed, gave her a sideways glance, his eyes showing that he wasn't amused with her complaining. “Georgia, you’re the one who insisted on coming along,” he reminded her, pressing the button for the top floor. “You know if you get caught here, I'd automatically get caught as well, so please, no more complaining.”
Georgia
