Chapter 1 (First Meet)

The sun was showering when she first saw him. Wearing a red t-shirt, black pants, a black jacket and the way he carried his shoes instead of wearing them, he grabbed all her attention. Looking at him, she discovered her ideal type; tall, pale ivory, slightly built, blue eyes, thin lips and a debonair attitude. Every drop of rain that touched him, made him more captivating. It was odd for the two to be walking in the rain without an umbrella, but that odd made them even. Butterflies jumped inside her stomach. He brought satisfaction to her eyes after a long time. And till the time she could collect some more awkward words in her fantasy land, he was gone.

"It's okay Jazz", she consoled herself. That was the best she could say. Her FIVE SECONDS CRUSH OF THE DAY was gone. First day as an intern and she had no wish to be late. So, as a good-to-be employee, she went home to get ready.

Century Multinational Company, one of the biggest companies in the country and she was their new intern. The company had recently shifted its location, so everything was new and in good state. It was a 75 storey building. The window glasses were sparkling like it had just been finely cleaned. It was like a huge glass tower, a skyscraper to be precise and it definitely stood out. Everyone going in and out of the building carried their own aura.

Neatly dressed, light make up and a pair of stiletto, Jasmine Reyes was ready to fight the day.

She reached her new work place right on time; 15 minutes early. As she was walking, she was admiring the new people, the new air and the environment that she will now be calling her 'Second home.' She was liking the novelty in the ambience but as she was still walking she saw the lift doors being shut. She ran but no luck. She could clearly see how her day was going. She was informed about her floor and the person she had to meet but just not about the time the elevator would run.

She noticed someone else beside her; he too had missed the lift.

"Bad day! How about taking the stairs? We still have sufficient time in hand", a deep male voice spoke. He said it looking around as he stood beside her with his hands on each side of his pant pockets.

"We can but..." she replied turning her head in disappointment, "my floor is too-" she paused as she saw his face. "Holy Spirit, it's him... the drenched guy from this morning."

"I'm sorry. What did you just say?" his asked addled as his voice knocked her back to reality.

Omg, I said that out loud, she thought.

"Nnnoooothing", she stammered.

No... this can't be happening to me. Why didn't I put on a red lipstick today? Are my hairs okay? Am I looking good today? I hope this dress doesn't make me look unappealing. All these thoughts surrounded her head as she looked at her own reflection in the now closed elevator door.

"Let's take the stairs?", he said pointing towards the clean white marble stairs... waiting for her approval.

"I am ready to take poison for you, forget about the stairs".

"Pardon me".

Jazz what's wrong with you. Come back to Earth now. She cursed herself this time in her head, not saying out loud.

"Nothing, let's take the stairs. After all we still-have-sufficient-time. He-he." her attempt to fake laugh to lighten the mood went straight in vain.

There was an awkward silence flowing in the air. They were walking side by side but no one uttered a single word. The walk was boring but a happy one as well, at least for Jasmine.

This is a dream. This must be a dream. This is the FIRST time I am meeting a handsome stranger for the SECONDTH time... that too in one day... before I forget his face. What good deed did I do in my previous life to deserve this treat god? Please tell me so that I can do it again. She was in cloud nine with her thoughts. But why isn't he talking? Don't tell me he will remain silent until we apart... Then what's the use of this blessing? Should I just take the upper hand and start the conversation? But what if he thinks I am a push over and too clingy?.. Well, in that case he will AT LEAST think of me. Okay Jazz just try... it shouldn't be that hard.

"My name is Jasmine Reyes, but my friends call me Jazz." she spoke though it was more like a whisper.

"Jazz huh... I feel like I've heard this nickname before. My name is Stefen, Stefen Wills".

'Stefen Wills. Jasmine Wills. Perfect.'

"So, you work here?" he continued the conversation.

"Not until today. I am a new intern here", she replied looking at his alluring jawlines. "What about you?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"I'm also an intern here. I started a week ago. I guess we'll be colleagues now", he replied with a smile.

'God... His smile was the only thing left to kill my heart and he just did.'

"Which department are you in", he asked.

"Accounts", she replied. "And you?"

Please say Accounts, please. Jasmine was praying.

"Management", he replied and with that reply her dreams shattered.

"Right now I am working in the IT department. We do rotations after every three months. I guess I'll be in accounts department very soon", he said with the brightest smile one could have.

Those words were music to her ears. She wished his guess would come true very fast.

They talked about many other things on their way, when finally Stefen stopped walking and so did Jasmine.

"Here we are. Straight and left is your accounts department. But I guess first you'd like to visit the manager. So the room behind you is her office... I'll see you at lunch. Have a good first day at work Jazz", he left saying those words not waiting for her reply.

Their very short conversation covered a very long distance. She didn't even realize when they had climbed so many stairs and her heels were killing her.

'Anyway, at least we'll still be in the same building.' She whispered to herself.

She turned around and sighed before knocking on the manager's office door. She received the acceptance words from inside and she opened the door. The manager was a lady who seemed to be around 35 years old: tall, a bit tan, a healthy body and brown eyes. She seemed to be a preserved kind of person... which was not so much of a good news for the employees working under her.

"Good morning Ma'am. I'm a new intern here, Jasmine Reyes," she said confidently with a bright smile.