She was beautiful, and smart, or else she would have never been chosen for a job like this. And she was enraptured with Dominic Cobb. But who wouldn't be, he was attractive and he had shown her a whole new world full of wonder and possiblilities. Arthur thought that it was just hero-worship, given time it would disappear.
And he thought it did, when they were together without Cobb around. She would laugh and smile, and flirt. But it was her eyes that eventually gave it away. They way she looked at Cobb, even if she wasn't smiling. There was a passion there, a respect, an admirance, that wasn't there when she looked at him.
He knew he lost her to Cobb, when every time they trained together, teaching her how to create a dream, he knew her thoughts were never from from Cobb, and it was proven when she would ask something about Cobb. Eventually she stopped asking, she just seemed to know. Just like Cobb knew her.
And just before the inception, he heard them talking. "...doesn't have to be me, but then you have to show Arthur what I just saw," he heard her plead. And when he came into the room he saw them. Their eyes never broke from each others. He felt a pang in his heart. It was the eyes again, those silent conversations that only they understood. And this time it was something that only Cobb and Ariadne knew.
"Get us another seat on the plane," Cobb said, never looking away from the young architecht.
And he never would.
He was sitting next to Ariande in his dream. There they were together in the lobby, never talking to each other. But on ocassion he would look over to the young woman, but she woud never look back at him. She was always staring at the hallway that cobb left through. Worry plain on her face. Soon the projections started looking for him, the dreamer. He wanted to try a distraction, to give the extractor more time, and a kiss from Ariadne seemed the best. Kill two birds with one stone.
"Quick give me a kiss," the point man said quickly. Ariadne looked confused but did asked.
"They're still looking at us," she said looking around.
"Yeah, it's worth a shot," he smirked as he got up and started walking. He just barely caught the smile on her face, and hope welled within his chest. But what he didn't see was her looking back over her shoulder at the hallway that she was watching intently before. The one where Cobb had left.
On the plane after waking up, she never once took her eyes of the still sleeping man, worry never leaving that gorgeous face of her. But it was the sheer happiness on her face, that drained his hope, and broke his, when they saw Cobb starting to wake up.
And it was then he knew, that he never really stood a chance. She was Dominic Cobb's, always was, and probably always will be.