There she was again, just as she was every day. Those large brown eyes, curly long brown hair and pale soft skin. He stole his glances, trying not to linger just as he did every time he saw her. He twitched uncomfortably pulling his mandibles close to his face, trying to seem calm and collected.
Xeylan Aurius stood as still as he could, trying to remain silent. Damn his heart beating quickly, damn his shaking nervous breaths. It was the times like this he almost couldn't believe he was a C-Sec officer. How could he be so anxious about a woman?
She wouldn't notice, she'd remain silent just as he would – it was the same every time they rode the elevator together. For these few minutes they'd stay quiet and try to mind their own business, after all they did this for every morning shift.
She lived a few doors away from him in their apartment block, and it seemed that they shared a similar shift pattern that often had them sharing their awkward elevator rides. It wasn't unusual for humans to live in the same apartment buildings as turians these days as most of the races had integrated living.
It was never a problem, until he realized that the human woman he'd share his morning elevator rides with was a particularly good looking one.
Well, he wasn't sure by human standards, but at least to him she was very attractive. He shifted stealing a quick glance at her smaller form beside him. She was short compared to most human women he'd met and maybe a little rounder, with a full bust and wide hips. Her waist, oh her waist, it was small, not as small as a turian's, yet it still tapered in wonderfully before curving out to her hips. Her hair was longer than most he'd met, she didn't bind it up on her head like the diplomats either but instead let it fall down her shoulders and back.
Was it wrong that he thought she smelt nice? Like really nice? He blamed the elevator for it's confined space making him take in her pleasantly sweet fragrance.
With a surprising whoosh the elevator doors opened, Xeylan cursed them silently always wishing he could spend a little more time with her, even if it was in silence.
"Good morning." She spoke, placing her warm brown eyes on his, breaking the silence.
With an awkward shift he nodded his head before flicking his mandibles shyly, "G... Good morning." He returned.
He pulled his mandibles in tightly, trying not to give away his delight at finally hearing her voice. They both exited the elevator, crossing their paths and heading in opposite ways to one another.
Until tomorrow, he thought to himself. His heart making little back-flips in his chest.