On one of the most important days of her life, Tara woke up early. This is an important day… I start working at the FBI today. I have dreamt of this my whole life… and now my dream becomes reality. She had hardly had any sleep all night… but didn't feel tiredness, just huge excitement.

She got up and made a cup of tea. She tried to have at least a little breakfast, but she just couldn't eat. She knew that she would be really hungry in a few hours, but whenever she was so excited, she was unable to eat. She drank the tea, got dressed, then with a determined move she picked up her keys to head towards her new life. She left her apartment earlier than it would have been necessary… but she always did this if she went to an important place and was very excited. She liked getting there earlier; while she waited, she calmed down and almost all her anxiety flew away by the time her meeting started.

I have more than enough time – she looked at her watch. I must drink a coffee to calm down… - she thought, while heading towards a nearby café.

With coffee in her hand, she turned back to sit at one of the tables, but to her greatest fright she bumped into somebody, and realized she was standing before the chest of another person. She looked up and her gaze met with the green eyes of a tall, brown-haired man.

- I'm so sorry… - the man apologized. – I didn't see you…

- It is me who should apologize, I didn't pay attention… - Tara stammered, still under the influence of the moment, and only realized when looking at her blouse that the coffee landed on it. – Oh, now I spilled my coffee on my blouse… - she said desperately. – Although this would be my first day at work… How could I go there, looking like this?

- I'm really sorry for causing you so many problems… - the man said worriedly. – Let me help – he took his handkerchief to wipe the coffee spot off the woman's blouse, but at the same moment he realized what he was doing and pulled his hand back, while the woman blushed. – I believe I'll go to the ladies' room and try to make this disappear – she said embarrassed, and disappeared behind the door in no time.

Tara tried to get out of the man's sight as soon as possible. What was this? And how can I be so clumsy? How am I going to the FBI like this? This is a serious workplace, not a kindergarten… But on the other part… this guy is so good-looking… She sighed. If only we met in different circumstances… when I wouldn't have to go to such an important place. But this cannot be changed now. But I have to do something about this coffee spot, otherwise I won't have a very good effect at my colleagues… It would be interesting if they froze me out before I could even start work. Breaking records is a good thing, but maybe not in such cases. She rubbed a little water into her blouse, hoping to get the coffee spot out at least a little. Well… it can't be said that it has just got back from the cleaner's, but compared to how it looked like a few minutes ago, it is quite OK. I'll put my coat on and then it can't be seen that much. I hope it won't be too hot in the building and I won't have to appear before the others like this. In order to calm down, she splashed a little water on her face, then took a deep breath and headed back to the table.

The man was still there and smiled when he saw the approaching woman.

- Let me buy you another cup of coffee, if the other one ended up like this… - he said. – I promise I'll be careful this time – he added with a smile.

- Thank you… I have a little more time, so if I don't disturb you…

- No, work only starts at eight – the man replied – and I would be more than happy to spend this time in your company – he added, and went to bring another cup of coffee for Tara. The woman smiled at the statement. A real gentleman… Maybe it isn't that bad to have bumped into each other this morning after all.

- Here you are – the man carefully placed the cup of coffee before Tara.

- Thank you – the woman replied.

- First day?

- Yes.

- What do you deal with?

- Numbers.

- You aren't a bookkeeper, are you?

- No, I'm a genius – the woman replied humbly, but smiling of confidence.

- Genius? Then your colleagues had better be careful with you – the man smiled as well.

- Yes, I also think so. – After all, so far I am the only person who can cause harm to herself while hurting everyone else.

- And what is your specialization? – the man asked.

- Data processing.

- So, will you be a secretary? – he asked curiously.

- Well, according to my job description, I won't.

- Oh, don't use such ugly words. At us, it is Randy's privilege – he looked at the woman with a childish smile.

- Randy? Who is he? One of your colleagues?

- He is our deputy departmental manager, Randall Pitts. It is widely known that he has no sense of humour.

- Come on! Everyone has a sense of humour – Tara waved cheerfully. – He is surely just hiding it effectively.

- Yes. My colleagues and I think the same way and this is why we grab every opportunity to find it – he said smiling.

Goodness me, how cute those dimples are on his chin when he is smiling. I'll think of this when I'm having a really bad day - Tara thought, glancing at her watch. – Goodness me, it's almost quarter to eight, I have to run – she looked at her watch again. – Thanks for the coffee, it was good to talk to you.

- You too. I hope we'll meet in the future as well – the man replied, and got ready to go himself. – Perhaps we could have lunch sometime.

- Perhaps – Tara smiled. I hope that too.