My POV:
The convention's today. My first "job" after my graduation. Well, it's not really a job, I just have a little table thing with some of my projects on it and I'll have to explain to the rich ass people what they do. I graduated in robotic engineering and, if someone likes my projects, maybe they'll hire me as their co-worker or something like that. And yes, I know I should've graduated earlier but my "young adult" years were not wasted, promise!
I already got all of my stuff on the table so I sit on some nearby chair, watching the competition. There are some real good stuff out here. Chemical engineers, doctors with amazing researches, some others robotic engineers...
"Why are you the only one with only papers on your table?" Someone asks me from the other side of the table. I almost fall from the chair but recompose myself to speak.
"Er, I'm sorry. Didn't see you there, sir" I get up and position myself in front of the man.
"Sir? I think I'm not even that much older than you, miss..." He says, checking for a name tag.
"O'Brien. Catherine O'Brien" I say, handing my hand out for him to reach. He shakes my hand and smirks.
"You don't know me, do you?" He lets go of my hand and takes off his glasses.
"I believe not, mister..."
"Stark. Call me, Tony." He winks at me at the end of his sentence.
"Tony Stark? Oh god. OH GOD! I'm so sorry, mister Stark. I didn't realize, sir. I believe I'm not the right engineer to help you, sir" I say, blushing like hell and shuffling through my things to avoid eye contact.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., what's the matter with this lady?" He asks, laughing.
"Heart rate accelerated, short and quick breaths, temperature rise. I believe she's having a panic attack."
"Did he just..." I stop and look at the watch in Tony's arm.
"Thanks, J.A.R.V.I.S.. I believe I could help you with your projects, mam." He says, smirking once again while putting his glasses back on.
"But I didn't even show you..." I ask, still in disbelief.
He reaches the back of the table, where I was, and sits himself on the chair I was once sat on.
"Enlighten me"
"Well... This is F.R.I.D.A.Y.." I hand him the flyer and stare at him while he reads it. He's much more handsome in person, not gonna lie. He turns the flyer around and around and looks back at me.
"And F.R.I.D.A.Y. is... a flyer." He says, sarcastically.
"No! I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous" I say, scratching the back of my neck.
"It's okay, I'm just like one of those other people. Well, I'm not, I'm better. But pretend I am" He says, making me laugh a bit and loosen up.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. is an artificial intelligence that can be programmed to help your latest needs. But, as I saw, you already got one with you, sir."
"What does F.R.I.D.A.Y. stand for? I'm curious..." He asks, putting his chin on his hand, paying all the attention.
"Female Replacement Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth" I say, proudly smiling.
"Hum, smart" He chuckled and I blushed by that statement.
"Do you want to see it work, sir?"
"No, I want you to come work for me" He says, getting up and turning his back on me.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, blinking quickly.
"First, please call me Tony, Catherine. Second, yes. I believe we could work together like a charm. I don't like to admit it but I actually think you could help me upgrade my projects and teach me a little bit more about some new technologies." He says, sighing and looking directly at me.
"A-are you serious?" I ask, my heart pounding on my chest.
"Shush, you didn't hear it from me. Meet me at the Stark tower, tomorrow morning. You can pack up your things, hun." He says, smiling.
I stand there in shock for a few seconds and then start packing up my things. As I look up again, I see Tony dropping down and actually helping me pack up my things.
"You know, I actually really liked you" he says, looking at me up and down while I got my things ready.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Tony" I say, throwing my bag on my back and smiling at him, making him stare for a bit before smiling back.
"Why don't we go back and grab some lunch? You must be starving" he says, getting out of your way like a gentleman.
"Well, why not?" I say, leaving the building with the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
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