Prompt: Imagine your OTP meeting for the first time ever, just by a glance, and person A thinking that person B was the most perfect thing they had ever laid eyes on. Person A was never able to work up the courage to talk to person B until they found out that they're actually co-workers, and person B is the one to approach first with "Hey, haven't I seen you before?"
The first time he saw her, it was on the tube. Tom had just finished a busy day at work and groaned when he realized he left his book at the office. Sighing he looked around having nothing better to do when he saw her.
Her dark hair was in a messy bun with curls tumbling out. Her eyes were blue; a perfect shade of grayish blue that was looking down into a book.
His eyes started down to the book but stopped when his gaze reached her lips. Red lips that just begged to be kissed as she bite her lower lip before slowly releasing it.
Finally prying his eyes away from her lips he looked down to the book in her hands and almost burst out laughing. She was reading one of his favorite books on Irish Independence! He smirked, Beauty and brains he mused.
Tom had never thought about what his perfect woman would be like but seeing her, he realized that any image that his brain could have ever imagined would never live up to the girl sitting down next to the doors.
He was plucking up the courage to go talk to her when suddenly she looked up and slowly moved her head around the room before catching his eye and smiling. His legs turned to jelly and all rational thought fell right out of his head.
He watched as she got up and put on her headphones as the doors opened and left. It was only after she left that he realized he might never see her again.
The second time he saw her was two days later. Same time, same tube.
A week pasted and every day there she was. The tube ride home became his favorite and least favorite part of the day. Favorite because she was there and least because he could never plucked up the courage to talk to her.
He glanced up at the clock and groaned. It was four which means he missed the tube which means he missed seeing her. He smiled wistfully, it's not like I would have talked to her anyways. Sighing he started back to his work when one of his co-workers called out to him.
"Hey Tom I want you to meet the new girl." Looking up Tom's mouth fell open.
There she was the dark haired beauty, his perfect woman. She smiled widely and he swore his heart skipped a beat. "Hi I'm Sybil Crawley." She looked at him under her eyelashes and her smile grew wider. "Hey haven't I seen you before?"