The same assumptions came onto Sharmaine's head the next day. This time, she observed more carefully at her surroundings. Indeed, men always came in and out, flooding the hallways and offices as usual---even the cafeteria seemed a hang-out spot for those on-break. Few women could only be seen entering the vicinity---around one or two at a time---looking like professional women of the century.
Faint keyboard sounds filled the empty office, Sharmaine being the only living creature using her provided space for work events. She felt neither tired nor bored as it was her decision to join the company, which had a hidden and unrelated agenda before. Gentle knock sound reached her ears, and when she opened the door up, a familiar figure suddenly showed up---Jason Dylan Cruz, the mysterious man himself, standing right in front of her.
"What the h*ll are you doing here?" was what he said the moment the one-way glass door opened.
Sharmaine raised her brow. "I work here. What is your business here… young man?" She addressed him in such a way that was neither passive nor aggressive, though she forgot his name.
"Care for coffee?"
Sharmaine stared at his lovely seafoam-green eyes and wished that his eyes shared the loveliness to his personality. They were warm-looking and extremely beautiful---beautiful enough to enchant any woman. She was not supposed to go, but circumstances happened and the situation ended with both of them at the company cafeteria with a cup of hot latte on her hand. She sipped with guilt as her eyes continued to glance at Jason's face.
"What? Is there something on my face?" he said while looking at her with a flushed face---not sure if it was from the cold or heat.
Sharmaine shook her head. "It's nothing. I was just wondering how unfortunate it is that you have such lovely eyes but an unfavorable personality."
Jason sneered at her as he rolled his eyes playfully. "Tch. At least I am handsome."
"So, you do know yourself as a jerk."
"Hey, I never said that,"---he briefly sipped coffee---"By the way, what on earth is your agenda here? You know that this is a workplace filled with men. Do you wanna get harassed or something?"
Sharmaine paused to think. She did not utter any word for the next five minutes until she ran out of latte to sip. Her cold brown eyes were much like the same as the ones before---it leaked out this sense of danger that gave shivers up to Jason's spine. His on-going smirk slowly disappeared as soon as Sharmaine left his presence.
"H-Hey!" he shouted, she kept walking, so he followed her toward the elevator, "Why are you so rude? We're supposed to be friends you know?"
Her eyes shifted to his side. "Friends? I do not recall such instances that I called you my friend." Her voice was monotoned and her face was blank, making Jason wonder what she was thinking; he couldn't decipher it.
"Come on. Why did you go on a road trip with me if you didn't?"
The elevator door opened. Sharmaine replied, but did not have an opportunity to finish her sentence, for another man stood in the way. The open doors revealed Denzel, his face utterly confused on what was happening.
"Mister… Suarez."