It was stifling in the meeting room; humid and hot. The type of hot that made your brain go fuzzy and start to wander off. The espada were all trying to pay attention to what Aizen was saying; 18 eyes focused on the narcissist man waiting orders. One pair in particular, a drooping green pair stared a bit to the left of his head.
Nizan was sleepy and tired as she sat next to her superiors Noitorra and Telsa. She absentmindedly played with a strand of her light hair. Twisting it around her finger only to watch it spin back out.
"Be sure to be on the lookout for shinigami in the area..." Aizen droned on, and on. Nizan picked up bits and pieces of what he said; not really caring what was said.
Thin, long fingers traced her knee under the table; waking her out of her trance. Grabbing his hand before it went any higher she placed it back onto the table examining it from afar. His hands were large and square and dirty, with calloused palms and thin fingers. They looked worse for wear with the small cuts and scars that peppered it. If you looked closely you could see blood under his fingernails.
Without really thinking about it she raised his hand up to her mouth and gave it a small kiss; and put it back down on the table. He looked down at her for a split second; then turned back to the speaker.
Just another meeting.