Of him. Of her.

She stood there, tall, poised, slight wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. In the lobby, ignoring the curious glances of the security guards. Office people walked by, in their hurry to get to that meeting on time. She ignored them too. She was there for but one thing. For, but one person.

As an hour went by, even the guards started getting tired. As the hours went by, she still stood there. Eyes firmly on the doorway, searching for someone. They learned to ignore her, stealing glances only in the middle of their talks. Head held high, eyes unwavering, and her stance resolute, she moved only to get that stubborn hair out of her eye.

As the end of the day approached, they were getting antsy. She looked delicate. She had not eaten, moved or said anything all day. They nominated one of them to go and speak with her. This nominated guard, with all the pride of helping a delicate damsel approached her. When he was close enough to see her pretty brown eyes, still unwavering, he asked, "Miss, Can I help you with something?"

She turned around slowly, with a slight smile on her face, her brown eyes so deep, her cheeks curving ever so slightly in the light, and she said, "No, Mike. Thank you for asking though." She then turned around and left the building. How did she know my name?, thought Mike, only later realizing it was on his name plate.

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She was there again the next day. Wearing a yellow halter dress tied around her neck, the nape of which was visible as she had pulled up her hair. Mike, just gave her a weak smile today. And the hours started to go by again.

It happened then. Around noon. A group of six men from one of the floors above had walked out. Rather than ignoring them, she took a slight intake of breath. She turned around and followed with her eyes as the group had proceeded out the door, oblivious to the fact that everyone who worked on that floor had stopped to see what it was that she had been waiting for.

She didn't move though. She simply turned on the spot and kept following the progress of the group. It happened then. One of the six men, suddenly stopped. He stood there for five seconds, separated from his group, his hair sprinkled with grey, looking straight ahead. Then he turned around, slowly, slowly, and looked at her. She hesitated, then smiled. A slight shy smile. His eyes gleamed. A gleam of the unknown.

She took slow, determined steps towards him. "Come with me", she said. And they walked out together, with no other word.

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She had taken him to her car and was driving now. He had no idea where they were going. But, did it matter? They sat quietly, going through the traffic. Not a single word spoken.

The warmth of his body was making her hands quiver. She couldn't give in now. But, aware of his body to her right, the slight bulge on his chest, his hands dark and big, the way his arms bulged under the office shirt, the curves of his face as they looked strong and his lips so… No, she had to concentrate. She hardly dared to glance at him during the ride.

He sat unaware of where she was taking him. But the rush of want, of years of feelings, of desire so great probity held no bounds, of gazing at her pictures with him, swirled in him, bringing forth a storm he could not control. And she was next to him, right there, with a known destiny, and an unsaid but understood understanding. He dared to glance at her hands, driving. Long, thin delicate, yet so firm, what he would give for… No, he could not. He dare not. Not, yet.

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They came to a stop. She sat there, staring ahead. He knew this place. It was a secluded garden of a secluded building, from back when they first met. This is where they had met before- the first but not the only time they had walked- the first but not the only time they had spoken. He turned around, a grin beginning to form. But she was already outside. He stepped out and walked up behind her. Smelling her hair.

She knew he was behind her now. She could smell the perfume, like rain. Feel his warmth through her dress. It was now. She had to do it. Gathering up her courage, lips half open and quivering, she turned and looked up in his strong dark face, his black eyes looking straight at her.

And she lifted her hands and put them around his chest and neck and pulled his big, dark lips down onto hers.

And they kissed. Kissed as he held her slim waist tightly close to his. Kissed as the cars whizzed by. Kissed as a tear trickled down her cheek. As he opened his mouth slightly, to take in more of hers. As her tongue touched his. As he enveloped her even more tightly in his arms when she shuddered. As she felt the tight muscles of his arms, on his back. As he felt how her delicate body curved narrowly into her waist and he pulled her closer still, holding her firmly now, her soft breasts pushed tight against his chest. They kissed. As birds started singing. As leaves fell. As the sun went down. As he tasted her sweetness. As she tasted his wild rain. As he smelled her hair. As the soft stubble of his cheeks brushed hers. He kissed her.

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There was nothing to say. Everything was understood. Always had been understood. As two, they stood smiling, grasping each other, never to let go.

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And that's the story of those two. Who met with serendipity. Who met for the first time, one evening, watched movies, studied, worked, fell in love.