That same dark brown, almost red coloured turian stepped into the elevator at the same time she did, she tried not to brush against him or make eye contact. She just knew she'd blush at any connection. He stood very still, amazingly so. She quickly looked up at him, spying his angled yet deeply attractive features.
His white markings were so intricate, swirling along his mandibles and forehead curling around his eyes. It almost met his fringe, but instead came to a point beneath his crest. His fringe was so long and pointed more so than most turians she'd seen around on the citadel.
It was the same every morning for Catherine Lark. Every morning she woke up ready to start her early morning at the café, and she always ran into her turian neighbour at the elevator. He'd been so interesting to admire at first. She wasn't sure when her fascination for him had grown into a sort of affection.
Something about him just made her giddy, curious and awkward. As if she was back to being a stupid teenager with some crazy crush.
Was it crazy?
Yes... probably, she thought, hanging her head and fiddling with her hands in front of her. It wasn't like a turian like him would ever want to be with her. Were turian - human relationships even possible?
Woah, woah... She stopped that train of thought, she knew very well that she was getting well ahead of herself.
She carefully pulled back her curly hair behind her ear and stole a glance at him. He was definitely C-Sec, that much she could guess from his blue uniform, but she really wanted to know more. A name would be nice, she shifted back to facing the doors. She'd never know anything if she didn't at least try and speak to him, they'd ridden the elevator countless times together and she'd never mounted any sort of courage to try a conversation with the ridged turian.
Today could be the day!
But she thought that everyday.
The doors suddenly opened, much to her disappointment. Now she'd have to wait until tomorrow to try and fail at starting anything with him.
Without thinking, maybe the flooding feeling of failure had sunken somewhere hidden and possibly even courageous, she looked up to her elevator companion.
"Good morning." She smiled, feeling her cheeks redden.
His mandibles flicked from his mouth, his bright green eyes meeting with hers, "G... Good morning." He replied.
She looked away shyly, and exited the elevator, crossing her path with him and walking away in the other direction. Maybe she could think of something better to say to him, but for now she'd have to wait until tomorrow.