When Stars Collide

Chapter 1: Analysis

"Wait, what? NOOO! We can't take that offer! It's preposterous! Do they even know how much delivery is gonna cost us if we... Yes, tell them to stick to the initial... I don't care if they sent an email! How can they make a counter proposal NOW when I already said yes to the first one?"

The woman on the phone, dressed formally in a flowing lavender blouse and black slacks, was currently rushing through one of her university college's halls. It was too late when this 5'2 curvy Asian beauty realized that her voice was now echoing up and down the corridors, probably even into the classrooms. She walked a little faster, her black high heels click-clacking off the hard tile floor, just so she can escape any possible arguments with professors whose classes were affected by her sudden outburst. This was not the best time for her to deal with additional stress-related conflicts, after all.

She tried her best to lower her voice as she semi-jogged to get to her classroom on time, her bag, hand-carried items, and her buxom breasts jiggling in time with her steps. "Listen, just don't reply. Tell them I'm busy right now and will get back to them around six tonight, ok? Just make sure you put an alarm on my Google Calendar for it... Yes, gotta go, bye!"

At that very moment, she found the right door to enter, and just in time too. Only around three students littered the spacious, multilevel classroom and there was no professor in sight. It would not do to be late for your first ever master's class for the semester, so she breathed a sigh of relief as she walked through the back entrance of the room. Just as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the auditorium-like space, she saw a well-built and good-looking man in his mid-30s right smack dab in front of her, smiling at her from one of the vacant seats in the last row.

And his eyes shone with an unspoken but clear invitation for her to sit next to him.

Uhhh... no.

Alexia carefully placed her bag, college journal, and business folders on the seat next to the guy before sitting down on the empty chair beside her things. She felt the piercing stare of this brown-eyed, dark-haired male, who was now chuckling to himself, as if he realized that she was putting up a very flimsy wall between them as a response to his non-verbal request.

Well, Emmanuel didn't seem offended at all as he watched the wavy-haired redhead start texting like crazy the minute she sat down. He couldn't help smiling again as she knocked down her journal to the floor in one fell swoop in an effort to open up her folder while still texting. Photos, pieces of paper, and other miscellaneous items fluttered about everywhere. Now very much amused with the situation, he knew that he had to help her whether she wanted him to or not.

"Thanks, uh... yeah. I'll just fix those myself... sorry for the bother," she awkwardly said to him as she scrambled against him in an effort to get to her things first while still trying to text.

Good luck with that one, woman.

The brown-eyed man flashed her a mischievous smirk as he handed over all the little scraps of what-not that he had picked up from the floor. However, he did give her open journal a quick scan before giving it to her since his curiosity about her was obviously piqued at this point. And this handsome stranger's actions were not lost on Alexia, since her observation skills are automatically triggered when it came to these sorts of situations.

Comes with the territory...

The nerve! Is he trying to read my notes?

"So, did you transfer, or are you a graduate here?"

Alexia started at his question since she was still deep in thought due to this guy's unwanted actions. She could definitely feel the hidden smile in his smooth and manly tone though.