Initially, she didn't pay him much attention. Aside from his renowned combat abilities, he didn't seem to stand out to her in any way. Of course, that was before she saw a picture of him. It only took a glance at the man for her to know that her heart was in trouble.
Of course, the gorgeous bomber had quite the following of female fans. He could have almost any woman he wanted, and she knew it. So, then, why would he choose her? The fact was, she knew he wouldn't.
It wasn't that she was appallingly ugly, yet she wouldn't consider herself breathtakingly beautiful either. For a member of the Mafia, her skills were mediocre at best, her only weapon being a simple handgun. She didn't hold a title position, and her responsibilities were limited. The only reason she ever saw her boss was due to his desire to know all of his subordinates.
Why, then, was she afflicted with this desire for one of the highest ranking members of the Vongola family? Fate was a cruel reality, indeed. Regardless of her boss's kindness, the hierarchical structure of such an organization was irrefutable, and she could never know Gokudera the way she would have liked.
Her attraction to him only seemed slightly more bearable when she had the opportunity to interact with him firsthand by delivering some paperwork. He treated her with the same manner that he used for the other messengers, regarding her only with a wave of his hand and an absentminded word of thanks.
She dismissed herself, closing the door and slipping down the wall just outside his office to sit on the floor. This was one of the few opportunities for her to interact with the man of her dreams, and she did nothing. Should she have said something? What would she have said that wouldn't have sounded foolish? Nothing.
"Excuse me," a silky, masculine voice interrupted, drawing her gaze up onto his. Gokudera didn't seem to notice her endearing look, or he just ignored it. He did, however, raise an eyebrow at her position on the floor.
She immediately stood, brushing the dirt off of her trousers and stuttering out an apology.
He ignored her reply, redirecting his gaze to the papers in his hand.
Gokudera may have asked her a question; she couldn't tell. She was too distracted by the way his lips moved when he spoke, and the way his tie was slightly loosened, the top two buttons of his red shirt unbuttoned. There were dark bags beneath his eyes, and his hair was fairly unkempt. He was beyond handsome.
She answered whatever he had asked mechanically. Luckily, the supplied response seemed to please him, if the smirk at the papers in his hand was any indication.
"Thanks," he murmured, his voice now sounding more tired than it previously did. She bowed to her superior, about to leave in an attempt to avoid further humiliation.
"Ah," Gokudera called, halting her. "What's your name?"
Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to hide the wide smile threatening to appear. She had no idea why she was so delighted with this question; it didn't mean anything.
Trying her hardest not to stutter, she replied, delivering her full name.
He nodded in reply, then supplied his own. She blushed; he obviously didn't realize that she had committed his name to memory.
Gokudera then turned around, effectively dismissing her. Before she had completely disappear from view, he turned around once more, watching her walk away.
He wouldn't forget her name.