The first time Up looked at Taz, she was strung up in a tree like a piñata screaming and fighting off robots. The first time he saw her, they were alone in the drop pod together just after he rescued her. He noticed how torn up she was. He saw scratches, bruises, blood, and rips on her dress. But that wasn't everything he saw. He saw a petite frame and long, thick, dark hair cascading of her shoulders. He saw defined facial features, even through the swelling. He noticed how smooth her bronzed skin looked, although she was all scratched up. He saw how soft and pouty her pink lips were. He paid extremely close to her facial expression. She looked, angry. Not scared, sad, or even worried. Just frustrated. But above all, he noticed her eyes. They were large, round, and full of emotion. She batted her long eyelashes slowly, and he felt a strange twinge in his gut. The feeling would only grow stronger when she turned her brown orbs at him. It was then he first felt their captivating power. His eyes were locked onto hers and he froze. He couldn't decide if he wanted to break away from her hard gaze, or stare into them for hours. Her stare was cold and slightly unnerving, but were also like chocolate, rich, smooth and sweet. The color was the exact shade of milk chocolate. His mouth watered a little as his mouth suddenly tasted like Hershey's.
From that day forward, Up's favorite food was chocolate, especially milk.
The first time Taz looked at Up, he was saving her life for the first time. He was killing off robots left and right single handedly. The first time she saw him, they were walking to the drop pod right after she watched her entire family die and almost died herself. She saw broad shoulders and muscular arms. She saw scars in callused hands. She noticed how strong his back looked, even through his torn up uniform. She noticed how unphased he was at the amazing feat he had just preformed. That confused her. She saw his proud, strong jaw and his mustache. His mustache reminded her of her father's own facial hair and she could feel herself become angry with every robot for what they did to her father and the rest of her family. By now, they had reached the drop pod. She could feel his eyes on her and she turned her eyes to look at him. Then, she saw his eyes. They were deep, thoughtful, and above all, blue. Blue like the ocean. She didn't want to look away. She felt calmer when she looked into his eyes, and calm is what she need right now in the midst of all the tragedy and uncertainty. She was just making eye contact with the man who had just saved her life, but when she looked him in the eyes, she felt like she was peering into his soul. She couldn't break away, she was drowning in his eyes.
From that day forward, when she wasn't dreaming about robots, she dreamed that she was swimming in the ocean. Those were her favorite dreams.