It was a mundane Sunday evening; she just wanted to lie in bed and eat a whole pizza and a tub of her favorite chocolate ice cream. However, she was forced to go to her office because she had an important presentation on Monday. She needed to run one last test in the lab to gather essential information for her presentation. Having worked on this test for a week without any success, she felt determined to give it one last try. Reluctantly, she forced herself out of bed but couldn't muster the energy to get dressed up for the lab. Instead, she decided to leave the house in her pajamas. She quickly searched for her car keys, dashed out of her cozy home, and blasted her favorite songs once she was in the car.
The fun car ride ended quickly, and within 15 minutes, she arrived at her office. She parked in her usual spot and started walking to the entrance. Suddenly, she remembered that she had forgotten her ID and phone in the car. Being messy, she ran back to her car to grab her belongings. After collecting her ID and phone, she hurried through the doors, only to be welcomed by complete silence, which she absolutely hated. The first thing she did was put on some music at full volume to get rid of that nauseating silence. She kept her phone aside. The upbeat music lifted her spirits, and now she was swaying with the beats. The music was cutting through the calmness of that night.
She came to her workstation and started testing the engine stats. After setting up all the connections, it was ready for the test. Lastly, she was working on the engine mount bolts. She noticed that one of the bolts was not properly screwed in and was misaligned with the threads. She tried to unscrew it, but, to her surprise, it was too tight. She started using all her power to open it, but it was useless. After a few attempts, she was tired, her flicks were out of a messy bun, and she started to panic, which made her cheeks red. Frustrated, she was cursing that bolt and the Sunday evening. Her mind raced through all the possible pessimistic scenarios.
She would be embarrassed for the entire month if she could not present data tomorrow. She was continuously trying to come up with solutions, but brain-fogged-up with negative thoughts was not helping at all. On top of that, that bolt was not budging at all. She was on the verge of crying out of frustration. She started praying and hoped that someone would miraculously appear here at this instant to open this adamant bolt. She was about to give up and dejectedly sat down. At that moment, she heard the beep sound. The door swung open, and a shadow entered, and she saw him......
It was a mundane Sunday evening. He was already running late but had to finish his last set at the gym. While working out, his mind constantly drifted back to the test he had run in the morning, and he was constantly thinking about those results. After the gym, he had to go and collect data from the lab. Once he finished his gym routine, he freshened up in the restroom, checked his muscle pump, and dashed to his car.
His office was 15 minutes from the gym, but this car ride felt like an eternity, as he was eager to see new test results. He parked his car in a random spot and hurried toward the lab. As he approached, he noticed lights in the lab, which made him think someone must have forgotten to switch them off. However, when he heard the muffled sound of Taylor Swift's song, he realized someone was in the lab. Intrigued, he pulled his ID from his pocket to open the door; it beeped, the door swung open, and he saw her……
Both looked at each other and made eye contact, surprised to see each other at the lab this late on a random Sunday evening. They had been colleagues for two years and had many professional interactions during this time. She was his senior. He had always seen her in her managerial aura, with crisp formal outfits, pleasant fragrances, blow-dried hair, and nude lipstick that highlighted her no-nonsense aura.
However, he couldn't help but notice that she looked different today. Could not miss her present state, now could he? She had cute pink shorts on with a Mickey Mouse top. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, a few strands were coming loose, and her round glasses were on the edge of her nose. Her pink lip balm added to her cuteness. Thanks to her struggle with that bolt, her cheeks and nose were flushed with pink blush. This disheveled look made her look like a cute damsel.
His trance was broken by loud music, and he noticed that she was trying to turn it off, but her phone was now not responding, adding to her embarrassment. After struggling for 30 seconds, which felt like forever to her, the music was off. She waved at him and thanked God silently. He waved back. He had always considered her a prude, rich, high-maintenance Instagram girly with an uncompromising attitude. In the past, their interaction had been entirely professional until this very moment when he saw her in this messy avatar. He could see that cute, homely girl today.
Ignoring her embarrassed self, she ran to him and greeted him. Before he could reply, she narrated the whole scenario and asked for help in one breath. Being a gentleman, he agreed. He placed his bag on his desk, removed his headphones, and followed her. He began examining the engine and got busy with it.
Seeing him engrossed with that meticulously sculpted machine, she was lost in him. Her brain started noticing him; he was wearing gym clothes. His tight-fitting t-shirt highlighted his enormous biceps. The fitted t-shirt could not hide the V-shaped torso. His sweatpants hung on his broad waist. His hair fell on his forehead, which he was trying hard to keep out of his sight. It appeared that he came directly from his gym. In these two years, she had never noticed him. She had considered him a shy, introverted man of a few words kind. Working 9-5, talking as and when needed and being with himself, which was also true.
Her chain of thoughts was broken by a clinking sound, and she was out of her trance. Her eyes caught hold of his big hands, which were working efficiently. Initially, he tried to unscrew the bolt with bare hands, but it was too tight for him. He pulled his sleeves back, grabbed one of the gloves from the glovebox, and turned the bolt open with all his might; his bicep muscles curled with the effort and with that bolt was unfasten. She tried very hard to ignore that bicep curl. Shaking off her distracting thoughts, she turned to him, smiled, and thanked him. With a slight nod, he smiled back, returned to his desk, and started working. "How rude," she thought.
She finished her testing, and to her surprise, it worked. Now she had all the data she needed for her presentation, and a shining smile lit up her face. Just as she was about to leave, he called her over to discuss their upcoming work project, which they would be working on together. As they talked, he offered to walk with her while she kept yapping about this new work project. She was so engrossed in the conversation that she did not understand when they were near her car. After saying goodbye, she got into her car and started driving. It suddenly struck her - he had walked her to her car without being obvious about it. Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw him still standing there at the same spot.
The next day, when he arrived at the office, he found a thank-you note on his desk. Without a second thought, he glanced towards her desk, only not to see her there. His eyes searched for her, and he spotted her near the coffee machine with her black coffee slaying a black formal outfit with perfect hair. Despite her polished look, he couldn't help but remember her messy self, and a smile crept on his face. At that exact moment, she caught his gaze and recalled their last encounter. Blushing, she quietly thanked God for that beautiful Sunday evening......
Lol...cute