Falling for Diana Clarisse

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She was frozen. Hell, the her emotionless but cold eyes make you feel frozen. And shocked. My mind instantly goes to the last day I saw her over the summer before senior year, the day I was honestly an asshole because I was more worried about my own reputation than anything else.

She was still standing there, shocked at seeing me. And everything was on the ground. I think now would be the time to stop staring at her and get everything off the ground. I squat down at starting to pick up the files, trying to get them in order and she set down to put them in order. She didn't say anything.

I put everything right side up and handed them to her. She took them, avoiding making any contact and stood up. What do I even say? I followed suit, getting up, not sure what to do after.

"Follow me." I take in her voice, taking in the entire environment. She walked ahead of me into her office. Her voice didn't change, it just sounded softer. If that was anymore possible.

Her office was twice, or maybe three times the size of mine. One wall was all glass, letting in the light and scenery. Another wall was all books. The third wall was the wall with the door. She went to her desk, which was in front of the glass wall. A black swivel chair sat behind the desk, just like the desk and the chairs across from the desk. A light colored MacBook was on the desk, contrasting with the desk. The walls were a cream color, and the wall of shelves was black. There was a sofa and a love-seat, both dark brown. The coffee table was black. The laminated wood was like a Brazilian cherry shade.

The room reminded me of coffee. Just like Diana's hair. Her hair has a coffee shade of brown, but more when one adds cream to it-wait. Why am I saying this.

She was wearing a dark blue office dress and her hair was clipped back and straight. Was her hair always straight? Wait, I could've sworn she was tanner, but she has a really light complexion... DAMMIT EVAN. Get it together.

She looked at me, motioning me to sit down. She sat at her desk, I was across from her. Great, she's going to fire me before I even start working.

"Evan Lawson, it's been a while. What are you doing at a publishing house? I thought you were going to pursue a swimming occupation." She said, amusingly.

For a minute, her light brown eyes were sparkling. Shit.