The lights were off. The only source of light was from their eyes and the computer monitors they stared into. The windows weren't drawn but the skyscraper they worked in gave a dazzling view of the well lit metropolis and its urban jungle beauty below. Cars ran by and stopped down the streets. Buildings adjacent to them had windows and rooms that were still lit, unlike this one. It was rather eerily and mysterious. There was no need for them as everyone had left. Well. Almost everyone.

Two people still remained in the workplace. Toiling away meaninglessly all in the name of society.

One was actually working diligently while the other was only spending her waking moments killing time.

Without a warning, he got up. A finger dug itself into the button on the monitor, effectively turning it off and with it, one of two sources of light that remained.

It was like the only ray of sun he could touch without the fear of burning.

Gathering all of his papers and neatly organizing them vertically, he placed them lazily and carelessly into his bag as he put a strap over his shoulder.

He was walking towards her now…

Then again, how could he not? She was practically blocking the doorway. Her cubicle was situated close to the door which was the only exit to the elevator and stairs. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps he was destined to pass her way everyday. Perhaps he was going to say something…

He had no idea but she was watching his every move. Hell. He was the only reason she remained in the office playing Solitaire on her computer and attempted her best act in trying to look busy but the times she scrunched her face in disgust and frustration were from not the tedious boredom of paperwork but from not being able to find the Jack of Hearts.

He was new. He had just transferred from another sister branch of the company. She overheard that he came here because of a promotion. He spent today and last night staying late at the office to make up for the work the upper management had stacked upon him. He was behind and she had a feeling he wasn't done with all of it yet from the look on his face and his sigh of defeat. It will just be work for another day. But there wasn't much she really knew about him. More specifically, who he was as a person.

Fuck. She didn't even know his name!

She just thought he was cute.

There! She said it. Admitted with guilt! He stood tall, a perfect posture showing that he never slouched. His warm hazel eyes seemed to glow when he laughed at jokes in the break room. Even in his business casual dress clothes, especially the jacket, she could tell he was strong and muscular underneath it all. On his first day he was clean-shaven but seemed to stop grooming himself in the last 2 days which gave him a rugged, outdoor look but to her horror and delight, she liked both of his looks. His hair was untamed and gave the impression he just woke up, got dressed and went out. It poked at odd ends and it only made her want to touch it, to feel it. And now all that only made her want a chance to talk to him ever since laying her eyes on him just a few days ago…

She didn't have a mirror nor even carry a purse. She was a professional woman for Merlin's sake! Vanity didn't have much use in the workplace but now, things seemed to change for this split moment. Make-up was also another thing that she never bothered with. She looked into the monitor and found her reflection. Though a little vague and only her silhouette was shown, she could still fix her hair. She brushed her red hair with her bare hands and tried her best to straighten it from the long day's turmoil. Some strands lingered over her eyes but she liked it better this way.

Then both her hands began rigorously scrubbing her eyes.

"Hey. Tired?"

"You could say." She shrugged but smiled almost too happily at the beginning of their conversation.

"Get some rest." He gave her a concerned smile but didn't once, make eye contact.

She could have flown out the windows of this skyscraper and land back at home…

"Good night…Evans." He said in quiet nervousness after a short, yet noticeable hesitation. He made an awkward hand gesture. Something that was between shaking his fist, point his finger and waving goodbye.

He uttered her name quietly, so quietly that she didn't hear. He didn't want her to know he knew her name already. What kind of a loser does that? Or a stalker. Yet, he wanted her attention obviously.

"Night." She uttered before he left for the door.

The door was transparent. It was made of glass and one from outside could instantly see the chaos that was within its glassy cage. A double-panel door that allowed more people to go in and out. The two elevators were just outside, a short walk from that very door. Always on and always patiently waiting for passengers.

He was standing in between the two elevator doors. Right in front of the buttons that indicted desired direction. His head was tilted back so his face was staring at the ceiling. He wasn't paying attention or looking at something interesting, he just seemed merely lost in thought.

When the 'ding' noise echoed through the hall, he looked back at the door and stepped inside the lift. With his body now turned around to face the door as they were about to shut, he still continued to avoid her gaze.

Even from the behind him, his sixth sense told him she was watching him. Or at least she was. In either case he didn't want to do anything stupid. Sometimes it was just better to play it safe and ignore her for the day.

He kept his eyes down until the door had finally shut before releasing a sigh. He had never been more nervous in his life! Butterflies swarmed his stomach like bees defending their home. There was something about that young woman but he couldn't figure it out at the moment.

Whatever…

Women…

It was irrelevant right now and a good night's sleep would solve that. He'd get over her within a few days.

Luckily he couldn't hear that very woman silently shrieking, pulling her hair and mentally slapping herself as she banged the desk with her forehead in frustration.

Final Heaven

It's easy to talk to the one you like they say. Its automatic they say. It wasn't the fear of rejection or that she thought she wasn't attractive. It was…

Well, she didn't know what it was.

But the point of the matter always remained that it was hard to approach him.

If she was ugly than he'd probably just start laughing after the first word she said to him.

Was that why last night he…!?

No. Couldn't be.

The commute to work always gave her too much time to think. Too much. People always complain of never having the time. Even blamed time-constraints on certain things such as not being able to study or to exercise. For her it wasn't the solution, it was the very problem.

The subway was crowded as usual for the early 8:23 a.m. commute. She stood inside the train and waited for it to depart. The constant lookout for pickpockets and con-artists along with the usual late-comers that ran from the descending escalator and dash with their briefcases and bags towards the quickly shutting train doors often clouded her mind but for some eerie reason, it was that messy-haired, new co-worker she had only just barely managed to get enough courage to strike up a conservation that didn't even last more than a few lines.

Sure, there were many other cute guys but he dominated her mind completely and it hadn't even been a week yet.

When a handsome blond man began chatting to her the other day after work, she lost interest and found herself saying no more often than yes.

She was aimlessly looking around her scenery, just scanning the area without a cause. Then something caught her eye.

The escalator that was heading down only carried one person as it headed underground. Usually it would be crowded but one person remained.

He was a deep contrast to everyone else. He was practically jogging down the escalator while people were either reading their newspaper as they stood on it or the people that remained motionless and stood waiting for the tram to arrive.

"Attention. Doors are now closing." The robotic feminine voice echoed through the tram in warning.

That young man was running towards her direction. Towards her door now.

He wouldn't make it.

She never did this, not for anyone but something compelled her. As if helping another would alleviate her own personal burdens. But she completed her 'good deed' for the day by sticking her hands out and tried lamely to hold one side of the door back.

The safety mechanism wouldn't allow the door to close if it detected pressure such as someone holding it back or it shutting on a human body. She knew she would be able to give him at least a few more extra seconds before it took off.

Time was still an enemy…

"Thanks!" He dashed into the train but managed to stop well enough to prevent himself from mowing down the already crowded cabin.

She nodded in acknowledgement but stopped halfway when she realized who it was.

It was him. That guy. The guy. Her mysterious co-worker.

Feeling somewhat stupid with her head in a mid-stop of a nod as it settled at a bizarre angle, she flashed him a quick smile before returning to her original position as she leaned backwards at the wall of the cabin that adjoined their current section of the train with the other.

It was then when she relaxed back that she realized exactly how late he was running.

He didn't even bring a jacket with him. Some buttons on his dress shirt were not done while she swore that one was even attached to the one wrong, making his shirt lopsided. His shoes could have been switched around and on the wrong foot for all she knew.

"Excuse me." He tried to find a steady place to stand on the moving train so he wouldn't topple backwards and onto someone.

In the end, he just decided to stand right in front of her with an arm over his head as it hung onto the overhead railing for vertical support. When he finally got his balance as the train settled down to a consistent speed, he placed his bag in between his legs and reached for something inside his pocket.

She watched his every move. It's not like she could have helped it. They were so close and he was practically blocking her view as he was just in front of her amid a mass of bodies. No complaints from her part really though.

He pulled the tie out of his pocket after a brief struggle before using both of his hands to get it around his neck. He didn't even get to do a single loop before he got that feeling of something staring at him. He could feel her out of the corner of his eye…

"Hey." He confronted.

"Hi."

Awkward was the only that rang through his mind. He didn't want to come off too strong and demanding but didn't exactly want to play it as if he didn't know her. She'd then probably think he didn't care or notice her from the office.

But of course he cared.

Then again, he didn't want to ruin his first impression either.

He simply pointed a finger at her before uttering, "You work at-"

She simply smiled, closed her eyes and nodded as she looked down.

"James." He said, shaking her hand.

"James doesn't come with a last name? Or is it just James?" She teased.

"Uhh- Potter. Yeah, James Potter." He spluttered embarrassingly.

He was already off to a bad start…

"Lily Evans."

"Lily…"

The train seemed to fidget on the rails and shook violently for a second as the people standing in the busy train almost lost their balance while the ones lucky enough to acquire a seat weren't as bothered.

James was one of those that lost it as he attempted to do his tie with both hands. He was falling apart for a split second but used a hand and pressed it against the wall behind Lily, just above her head.

At least he didn't push his palm into her face…

Could have been worse. He just let his blue-striped, professional tie just tangle recklessly from his neck. If he couldn't use both hands, there just wasn't a point in doing this seemingly impossible task.

Well he could, and risk falling into her.

Fuck that.

Definitely not worth it the embarrassment and not to mention the fact it would ruin their relationship from the very start.

"Here. Let me." She offered.

She seemed to spot his predicament and lent a helping hand. With her back pressed against the wall, she was stable and did his tie for him.

"So you're running late today?"

"Not really. The office doesn't open till 9."

"Then why did you run for the train?"

"Nothing else better to do I guess." He shrugged.

"I know what you mean."

Single and lonely only made the early mornings and late nights more aggravating…

"What about you?" James pondered.

"Couldn't sleep."

"In that case, you want to go get some coffee or something."

"So I can not sleep for another 24 hours?" Lily replied.

Dumbass. He was too blunt. And definitely taking it too fast. He needed to pay more attention to what she was saying. He was pushing envelope and the limit was breached. He wished someone would have shot him at the spot instantly. If only there was some crazed maniac with a gun on the train.

"Sure." She finished.

The subway train rocked again and she found herself with her hands on his chest for support.

If I get enough reviews I guess I'll continue this story or just go back to my main one.