Entrenous : WIND : Part 2

Her guts. He found it irresistible. Perhaps it comes from having to be with men all the time. He couldnt take her thoughts off his mind. She was great at work. Her findings always reflected her passion and she seemed to find innovative solutions to problems. Her presentations were crisp and to the point mentioning things only that needed to be. He was going to ask her out. Not because she was good at work. Because he wanted to spend time around her. It was past her shift time, 830 p.m. She shut her laptop down, switched the light above her seat off and walked down the five floors of stairs that she always did. She felt a little tired from work and her laptop was bringing her shoulders down. "Hey Dee..." called a familiar voice and she looked behind. "I have already sent the analysis you wanted. It should have been delivered...". She tried to avoid his eyes as they always drilled into hers. "I was wondering if you would go out with me". Was this man mad? She thought. She could no longer avoid his eyes. Even in the dark it was magnetic. And as usual, she got lost in it. He waved his hands across her face "hello....! What happened...?". "No i was just wondering if you knew the crisis hot line number. So I could report you". She turned and paced towards the shuttle. A wide grin on her face. She hoped he couldnt see the grin spread to her ears from behind and danced into the bus. She did believe in love but she didnt believe in going out, exchanging gifts, those ungodly hours of phone conversations and all the drama around it. Was he man enough to accept it? She would wait and see. If not, perhaps he was not the right one for her.
Why is she playing so hard to get? Or perhaps there is something else in her mind? He wondered. It was year ending and they had a set of deliverables unachieved. They spent night and day and accomplished them all. It was new years eve. Their team was making the annual report and the boss had promised them midnight tea after. There was a mobile tea stall right outside their factory. All of them walked together and the smokers split. Only both of them were left out. There was a moment of awkward silence and he broke it. "So why didnt you report me? I never got a call from the legal office...". She coughed. Cornered. Busted was more like it. "Erm their line was busy...". Wouldn't he look elsewhere and talk? Why does he always have to bore my eyes? It was 5 minutes to new year. The smokers were smoking their way to glory. The radio jockeys were couting down. The cold December breeze was blowing against her hair. She tried to tie it but it kept coming out. "Will you marry me..?" he asked. This time she sprayed the tea out of her mouth from shock. She kept the cup and saucer aside. Fire works in the sky. A million sparks above. The New Year had dawned. She would face his gaze now. Her eyes instantly welled up and she took both his hands in hers. It was warm. "Yes". He was her man now on.