Wide dress pants and loose shirts made it in every day, I guess it was the sort of outfit I was quite comfortable to be clothed in. The day always began with a cup of coffee for Daniel and often he preferred it simple though he sometimes opted for green tea. Perhaps this was one of those days and if it wasn't then I would bring myself to have it instead.
The meeting was about to take place in just thirty minutes and so I had to hurry with the coffee. I wasn't a fan of tea and I had shared that with Daniel who had found that amusing since how his older brother–who was yet to show his face–wasn't a fan either. He said he only tolerated it for the sake of their uncle. I was already heading to the elevator carrying a tray of styrofoam cups. I had to admit that I was trying to get on everyone's good side and hopefully a few coffees were to somehow be in my favor, at least I had the hopes. My heels softly clicked to the elevator as I stepped in and was just about ready to push for the upper floor–right to the conference room.
I preferred wearing chunkier heels just to stay balanced and besides that, I wasn't very comfortable with those super clean shiny floors. I often feared I was going to slip and land face-first on the floor. The shoes I had opted for this time around were a bit chunkier than my last pair and made in a way that supported the back of my ankles despite the rather thin straps that were only around my ankles. They didn't seem that bad as my loose pants fell over them elegantly, to my surprise, and their square tips were only left in view as they peaked out. The thin silk tie went over my slightly loose shirt, just out of the fact that I wanted to ridicule the outfit in some way, that I had tugged into my pants and luckily I had done it properly, I didn't want to have to deal with bulges on the sides of my hips which meant that I was just going to have to struggle with the shirt if I visited the bathroom any time soon.
Pale fingers slid between the elevator door before I could dive further into my messy head and forced me to lift my head and connect with a pair of eyes I had never seen before, as they parted open and allowed the rather tall human being to slide in. And quite effortlessly so.
He was incredibly tall, according to what I could see, and it made me step back a bit as I lifted my chin and stared at the tall creature.
His eyes were striking, as the tone of his skin, and that was all about all my brain could come up with as I stared at him. I even found my curious eyes following him to where he stood beside me. Clad in a modest black suit which his shoulders filled effortlessly, his hair falling in soft waves the color of midnight bringing out the slight paleness of his skin and of course directing attention to the arch of his plump upper lip. The man smelled of something deep and slightly hypnotizing in this dangerously inviting way and oddly I found myself sure I had seen him somewhere, his brown eyes seemed familiar, and the way his nose was shaped, and how slim it was, even the fullness of his lips. Surprisingly his features and the prominence of his cheeks brought out this delicateness to his well-defined features, awarding him with a touch of boyishness and so did his softly cleft chin.
There was something harsh about him, layered deep within the glimpse of what I had caught of his brown eyes and I couldn't precisely pinpoint just what it was and with his height, he pulled off a slightly mean shell–it won at making me feel unsure. There was something about him that stood out quite sharply to my curiosity, it made him almost unusual to some degree and his presence difficult to ignore. I barely even tried hard enough to do so and I was sure it was rude and creepy, I needed to stop stealing glances at the poor guy.
He licked his lips and I turned away then.
"Boardroom?" His voice was deep with slight raspiness.
"You too?" My eyebrows arched his way.
He turned my way so I could see his face fully. He was a sight, he was beautiful and despite there being this rigidness to him somehow, he made it so hard for me to find words. I watched him furrow his eyebrows, which were far better than mine and were probably naturally that well-trimmed, and then he pursed his plump lips. I had to gather myself here, I didn't want him to think anything about my staring, and to be honest, I didn't want to seem unprofessional.
He was however hard to not take note of.
He had the nicest hair I had seen, its sheen brought out the healthy tinge of rose his lips looked almost painted in and made him look so surreal. I guess in some way everyone who worked here did.
I turned my attention to my tray and felt as if the elevator was conspiring against me. The thing felt too as it slowed the further it went up, I began to tap my foot against the floor at some point and was more chewing than biting on my bottom lip.
I didn't know what it was about him being there but it made me feel so aware of myself, of the slight bit too stiff silence that and the subtle motion of the elevator as it led up. I couldn't just turn his way and stare at him more.
"I've never seen you here before," he said.
I had no choice I turned to him, meeting expectant pair of brown eyes, a rather deep shade of whiskey that I had ever taken note of. I had the urge to just roll my eyes, he was so. . .perfect.
I didn't do it, I answered him instead and probably did it too late. "I've not been working here for too long."
He tilted his head to the side, full and plumpy lips slightly pouted as his eyes held no look I could read. To be honest, judging by his eyes I could easily assume nothing in this world, myself included, unfortunately, wasn't of interest to him. He carelessly dragged his eyes over me and then sighed as he turned attention forward. I didn't know why but I didn't like it, not that I wanted the man to be gawking at me or something but that sure didn't make a girl feel any better about herself.
"It must be," he stated absentmindedly, his eyes still facing forward.
I wiped a hand down my left thigh, sure I was about to die if those doors didn't open soon.
"Aren't you early?" I chose to question him just to pass time which I was not so sure about.
"For what?" His voice was smooth, the sort of smooth you could listen to all the time.
"The meeting, it doesn't start in–"
"Is that a bother for you?" I could feel his eyes practically burning the side of my cheek as he watched me. I wasn't very good at these types of things and I was trying my best to not be intimated by this stranger and appear far too nervous. I was trying to get everyone to warm up to me here. It wasn't a very easy thing and I didn't want to appear desperate–they were going to treat me worse. Being a people pleaser wasn't necessarily what I wanted to be known for around here.
"I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. I had not done a bun and rather had my curls tied on top of my head and of course, some had sprung over to my face–I couldn't get myself to tie my hair that tightly. I had a hairline to consider. "I don't know why it would."
"We'll have to take care of this elevator issue." He slid a hand out from his left pocket and brought his elegantly long hand to his hair.
I found that slightly a bit too bold, I was just not going to share my thoughts with the guy. It wasn't my place and maybe it was just how they were here, so I wasn't going to start yapping my mouth about employee behavior–I was still just a newbie. I was sure the coffees had no use. I regretted even having offered to get them and the fact of them being lukewarm was going to fall on me, but I was an assistant and so this was a part of my job description.
I didn't mean to ignore the guy, but as much as he was just so beautiful and so mysterious–the beverages in my hand were needed up there. For some reason I felt so disappointed in myself, I mean it wasn't that bad and maybe they would mind, but the coolness that hung inside this entire building and this elevator even made me feel slightly cold.
I watched from the corner of my eye as he pulled out a bottle of pills and jerked the bottle, I didn't know whether out of habit or what. I turned towards the manfully and wrinkled my nose a little as I watched him pop a pill into his mouth and chewed on it dryly as if it was just a piece of candy, I cringed. He didn't seem to mind my staring and usually, I did less of it, I minded my own business but there I was watching him swallow one last time–Adam's apple bopping up and down
"It's for the migraines." He slid the bottle back into the pocket of his blazer casually.
The prominent shape of his ample lips made him look as if he was scowling and it wasn't as if I was familiar enough with him to know if that wasn't just him actually scowling or just his natural face.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying my best to not be so fascinated by his face so much.
Yes, I was wearing a pair of heels yet still he was significantly tall and so much so that I was sure he probably stood out when he was younger because of it. The thought of his childhood immediately made me interested in his age, however with genes that good I doubted I could learn it so easily.
The sharp shape of his eyes mildly arched close to the bridge of his nose and these eyes of his were wide but not round, irises decorated a tone of whiskey under the soft elevator and shiny sterling the elevator was decorated with.
"They go away," he said, his deep voice soft, "but the pills make it easier and they get rid of the irritation more than anything."
"Painkillers are addictive," I said, unable to sheath the concern which curled over my face.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "I try."
"You try? You should just. . .do yoga or try alternative medicines." I felt like getting through to him despite how he was nothing but a mere stranger and wasn't obligated to listen to my lecture.
His eyebrows shot up. "Alternative medicines?"
I gulped down, maybe that didn't sound so well as I had meant for it to.
I bit my lip as I scrunched my nose slightly. "I didn't mean it like. . .I mean that there's a better option out there besides pumping yourself full of painkillers."
"I didn't think anything either. It's just a suggestion, right?" He shoved both of his hands in his pockets.
I nodded. "Yes."