Author's Note:
** STORY MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS **

Now that that's out of the way… Hi! This is syllablesandbreaths, and thank you for clicking into this story! Just a heads up, I try not to quote exactly from movies due to personal preference, and as such, the storyline may or may not be different from the actual movie. Do leave your comments so I know what you think!

I also, do not own any of the characters apart from my OC, Mikaela Kaitlyn Marshall. Information provided (about Google, etc.) may not be accurate, please do not regard them more than just a detail in the story. :)

Thank you!

Third Person POV

"… Are you sure, Mr. Chetty? They didn't seem like your usual choice of Nooglers." The brunette spoke up as the room was cleared from the members of the Internship Program Committee. "You weren't my usual choice either." The dark haired man turned, the left corner of his lips tilted upwards as he turned to face his colleague, before continuing with a slight shrug. "It would be a test. We shall see where Lyle's sense of judgement would lead them." Turning back on his heels, the older male briskly left the meeting room with his head held high. The silence of the room was broken by a soft chuckle that resonated from the 21 year old brunette; her hands grabbed the documents before following suit.

"Lyle's sense of judgement when you were the deciding vote? Oh, Mr Chetty. As stubborn to admit taking a leap of faith as always, huh?"

Stuart's POV

1 Text Message Received.
[Open] [Close]

*Open*

Good luck on your internship, my Stewy!
I know you will make your Dad and I proud.
We are already so proud of you, too! 3

MUMMY LOVES YOU.
[Reply] [Close] [Delete]

*Delete*

Message deleted.

Another day, another text that would have killed my social life if anyone were to find it. Well, to clarify, it wasn't like I had much of one to begin with – unless we were bringing Facebook into the matter. Ever since I had broken the news to the folks on not returning home for the summer, texts like these had been coming in on a daily basis. It started out as calls, filled with tears of supposed joy and cheesy lines you could expect from a 80s film. Mum calmed down, albeit in the slightest way possible, but she had turned to texting. She had been my countdown clock for me, though I could've done that on my phone anyway.

My fingers fiddled with the sleek interface of the gadget in my hands as the bus pulled over, revealing the magnificent structure that was Google Headquarters. My hand tugged on the luggage, taking in every inch of the environment as I could before my arrival to the registration counter.

I was a geek.

There was a reason why I was doing here in the first place, besides my intellectual abilities, obviously. But was I going to serve it on a silver platter for the fellow students to label me as they wished? No.

The process at the counter was swift despite the overflowing number of interns in the building. See, this is the beauty of technology. Depositing my bag in the room assigned, my fingers intuitively checked in on FourSquare, checking updates on Instagram between the ten minutes that was spent in the process of registration. My feet brought itself to the direction of the assembly point before halting abruptly to the sound of squeaking from a female specie, and the contact of my chest to her shoulders. Documents which were undoubtedly in neat stacks were now spread around us in a sea of mess.

My hands reached down to grab the pieces that were within my diameter before frantically checking the time on my phone. Only two minutes to get to the assembly point now.

Mikaela's POV

Today was just not my day.

Actually, you know what? Every Noogler's program for the past four years had not been my day. Those computer geeks (yes, I know I'm one too) that spent way too long to get out of my way; busy ogling at the building, at their phones, at girls. My eyes rolled in annoyance as I stepped past a pair of older males, deep in discussion on the free cafeteria food that they were able to snagged before they were due to gather at the assembly point.

Stacks of program information were in my arms, with not one gentleman in sight to provide the slightest assistance. Honestly, I'm no supermodel, but I am a lady still. Rushing through the impossible crowd were tough enough as it is without the load, imagine me with it. And I only have three minutes to get there now. Oh scratch that. Two minutes.

"Oof!" The contact on my right shoulder resulted in flailing arms and flying papers. Papers flying in all directions. Papers that were supposed to be gathered and sent to the exact same assembly point in two minutes. Papers that… Surprisingly, were getting picked up by the culprit of the matter.

My eyes glanced up at the boy as my hands busied itself in gathering the documents. An intern. For sure. Letting out a soft sigh, I took the papers from his hands before waving him off. "Go on. I can do this by myself." His eyes darted, from the papers to me, then to the direction of the assembly point. His mouth opening to speak, before closing again when the words wouldn't spill. "You only have a minute left. First impressions are important, you know? Now go, before I change my mind."

Stuart's POV

I didn't have to be told twice. At her confirmation, a soft mutter of apology escaped me as I sprinted to the hall. Slowing down as I approached the venue, taking a seat near the middle.

"Welcome to Google!"

The booming voice brought my attention away from my phone (totally not trying to stalk the previous girl on Facebook), a small smile crept up on my face in excitement before covering it up with my hands in an attempt to look inconspicuous. My hands were checking the email Mr. Chetty had mentioned when I caught a familiar figure scurrying in from the corner of my eyes.

"And this is a prime example of what NOT to do at Google. Disrupting an important announcement. Isn't that right, Ms. Marshall?" The girl from before flashed a sarcastic smile before distributing the documents down the rows.

"What Ms Marshall is sending down now, are documents that you should read prior to the grouping. They are hints to the challenges that you may, or may not, be facing during your stay here."

By now, my voice had blocked out most of the information that was just conveyed, as Ms Marshall stood beside me. "Hey, I'm really sorry about before." I quickly started, taking a glance at the Head of Program before passing the documents down the line.

"Oh? Oh, it's you! Don't worry about it, always proud to be a prime example of something… Stuart." Her hand took hold of my pass, tilting her head as she gave a small smile before proceeding on.

This day sure had started out interesting.

Author's Note:

Hi! It's me… AGAIN! This is a rather filler chapter just to introduce the character. Mikaela and Stuart will be far off from being so civil towards each other… Probably. Let me know what you think so far? :)