the first meeting

A slightly dazed girl with a deep rich plum-violet coloured hair, worn in a style of a bob with a black bow headband rushed through the brightly lit, white-floored,  halls trying to avoid bumping into the others, keeping her head low. Avoid at all cost. 
Amongst them a pair of hazel eyes catches her ever-wandering raven-dark eyes. He wore a black shirt with silver stripes through it and black pants - an outfit which shows his dashing fit physique. He was new. He was an eye candy for all the others for sure. But for her, he will not be, she will not fall, not without a parachute intact. She will learn not to fall.

He on the other, was curious. Who could bring a whirlwind of fresh air and an upheaval of all things sterile without uttering a single word. He stared. She moved passed him in a blink of an eye, but not before he had the chance to hold her raven-coloured eyes for a second too long. 

His eyes - why did they catch hers? They were brown - hazel in the bright lights of the hall. And that smile he shared. Just in time for her to know he saw her. He noticed. The smile with the accompanied amusement and curiousity in his hazel eyes, was just for her; it made her feel.... unsettled. This was not a good start. She promised herself she will be invisible and just do what she was suppose to do.

He smiled at her - he noticed, how could he not? She was the only one with a whirlwind feel to her. A rush of fresh breeze on the yet-otherwise-stale climate controlled air. Who was she? He was yet to meet. He was determined to meet. He turned back to look at her, but she was already gone around the corner.

The meeting was on in ten minutes. She has to finish a much as she can and she'll sit there, try to say as little as possible. Try not to draw attention to herself. But why was that so hard to do? why won't they just ignore? let her do her job.

The room was small. A long wooden tablet surrounded by old chairs took up most of the space.
They all have their place, it was unspoken that they all take their own place. She took hers. Then He entered, quickly, loudly and confidently. He took the seat nearest to her. There was a lot of fuss, talk and general excitement. They were all dying to meet him. Dying to introduce themselves. She sat there in between all the fuss, hoping not to be noticed and yet so intrigued by him.

He laughed, smiled and was generally loud as he entered the room. He saw her. He was glad she was in this meeting, it would be a chance to know who she was and what she did. The seat nearest to her was free. He stride across the room, greeting the others. He was new. He wanted to make an impression. The others were so excited about him. He smiled, laughed and kept them amused. Then he saw her eyes quickly darting to look at him, those raven-coloured eyes. He smiled, ignored the others for that split second, then struck out his hand and introduced himself. She smiled. Took his hand and introduced. The name and sound of her voice rung in his ears. Then it was back to the others vowing for his attention. But her voice was all he heard.