Okay, I know I don't own anyone and you know it, so dun sue me. This chappie is damn short, but never mind…You'll like it. I hope.
'Ok, the coffee machine is over there and the nearest person is Numair." Alanna said.
'Where is her?" she asked.
"Right next door. So if you need any help, go to him. you are in the same departments. Both of you are trainer astronauts, those who are going to build a station near Pluto.' Daine gasped and felt faint. "What? What were you expecting?"
"I was thinking more like technical stuff." Daine said, still giddy.
"Nah! You are too intelligent for that stuff. You are scientist material.' Alanna said, enjoying her shock.
"I'm dead. I'm dead. How do you become an astronaut?" she asked.
Alanna laughed. "You'll learn. Numair will help. He really will. Now I've gotta go. Bye. Call me if you need, my number is on the list there. Bye." She said as she walked away.
Numair leaned over and observed her. She didn't seem to notice. He saw her as she really was. She wore no make up. She didn't hide her inner shine. Her skin had a creamy complexion and her eyes were extravagantly veiled in black lashes. Her rich hazel and chestnut hair tumbled over her shoulders as she leant over her work in deep concentration. Her body was slim and looked flexible. Her waist was slender and her chest was small. He gazed at her and plopped back into his own chair. He still had her picture in his mind. It was crazing him. He asked himself, what is wrong with me? I do not like a teenager. It is wrong. She is new, how can I like her? Never mind.
Just then she leant over and had a look at him. He seemed absorbed in staring at his screen. He had long black hair which curled over his shoulders. It was tied into a horse tail. He had long black lashes and deep black eyes. His eyes were endless and warm. They were full of emotion. He had a strong build. He must have been at least 6.9 feet tall. His chest was broad and his waist was strong. She fell back into her own chair. Oh my friggin hell, I have a crush on my colleague. Why me? She asked herself. Never mind.
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