BlackLynx17: Day 3 of Mendy Week everybody!

DAY 2: First Impressions

Wendy watches as the arrow continues to move over to the right, passing four, then five, then six, then seven, all the way until it got to twelve. With a ding the elevator doors open and she feels butterflies in her stomach, like she's about to go on one of those really big roller coasters and the cart is climbing up higher and higher into the air. Her feet feel like they're made of lead as she walks over to the receptionist desk, her heart slowly calming as the woman sitting behind the desk gives her a kind smile.

"Are you Ms. Marvell? His two o'clock?" She asks kindly.

It takes her a minute to remember her name and she jumps a little, nodding her head up and down frantically, "yes! Yes! That's me, Ms. Marvell- Ms. Wendy Marvell."

"He's expecting you right down that hall, the door all the way in the back. No need to be so nervous either Ms. Marvell, he doesn't bite." The receptionist, who Wendy finally looked at the name plate and learned her name was Mirajane, said to her.

"R-ri-right! Thanks!" Wendy bowed to her again.

She didn't move from the spot though as she took deep and long breaths. Mirajane giggled to herself as she stood up, reaching over the desk to fix her bangs up a little bit and straighten her collar.

"Don't worry so much Wendy, you look great. Good luck."

"Thank you, thanks," Wendy repeated before she finally turned and faced her destiny.

Walking over to the door it felt like the cart was getting higher and higher, slowly reaching the top of the giant ride before it all came rushing down at the speed of light. Wendy stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before she knocked twice and opened the door.

It just went straight down; not only the cart on the imaginary roller coaster she was on right now, but Wendy as well as she tripped right at the entrance and fell flat on her face. So much for giving him the impression that she was elegant, sophisticated, and completely right for this job. She didn't know what had happened right there at that moment. She pushed open the door and walked in, his head was up and in her direction, their eyes met and just... their eyes met and... their eyes met. His crystal clear emerald colored eyes met hers and Wendy just felt her breath get taken away. She was so mesmerized by them that she didn't watch her footing and just, well, tripped.

"Oh my- are you alright?!" His voice was dark, but light and skipped. So skipped it sounded like he was trying to not laugh as he asked her that question.

Wendy inwardly groaned and quickly stood up, dusting herself off and waving a hand at him to inform him she was fine. Alright, so the worse part was done and over with. There's no way she could fail more or embarrass herself like she had just done right now. Wendy picked herself back up and started walking to where he was out of his chair and looking at her with an eyebrow raised and a half smile.

"Hello, I'm Wendy Marvell, pleased to meet you Mr. Gryder. Thanks for your concern and sorry for falling in your room... I hope I didn't break anything," Wendy pouted looking back, seeing if she tripped on something else other than her two feet.

He couldn't hold back the few chuckles that escaped his lips, "no, not at all, I hope you didn't break anything. Are you alright Ms... Ms. Ma..."

"Marvell, Wendy Marvell." Wendy introduced herself again, a slight blush on her face as she brushed the bangs out of her eyes.

"Ms. Marvell then, actually Wendy. I don't like sophisticated talk, and you can just call me Mest. Welcome, sit down, nice to meet you," Mest said reaching out his hand to her.

He had a second delay to him as he stared at her, having a much better view than from across his room. Her cheeks were tinted pink, her lips were pressed together in a small and embarrassed smile, and her eyes... wide and bright, reflecting the sky right behind him out of his window as she stared right at him. Mest gulped and blindly reached his hand out, his arm brushing against his coffee mug; it went tumbling over, spilling all over his desk. Mest's eyes widened and he cursed lightly as he picked it back up, but the damage was already done.

"Damn it, oops, seems like you aren't the only clumsy one here."

Wendy giggled and stood up, reaching for her handkerchief in her purse. She handed it to him, but Mest politely declined it.

"I don't want to stain your handkerchief; it's just coffee. I got it." Mest said looking in his drawer for some napkins.

"I insist, please, it's a cheap little dollar handkerchief." Wendy said, giggling lightly when he saw him frantic.

"Sorry, thank you." Mest said taking her light pink handkerchief.

He started cleaning up the coffee mess, the pink turning a dark brown color. It was able to get the job done and Mest took a breath, sighing out as he held it back up.

"I'll... get you a new one of these, sorry." He said tossing it in the trash.

"No worries sir, like I said it was only a dollar."

"Alright, let's get this interview started now that the both of us are done embarrassing ourselves." Mest said fixing himself up.

After seeing him spill that coffee Wendy wasn't scared or nervous anymore, she didn't feel like she was going through the twists and turns on a roller coaster, more like heading back to the gates. Seeing him mess up like that, whether it was on accident or purpose, made her remember that this person who was sitting across from her was only human, just like her, and would make mistakes. By the end of the interview Wendy felt really confident about herself, smiling brightly as she answered the last question.

"Well, I think we're done here Wendy. Thanks for applying here." Mest said getting up.

"A wave will do, we don't want you knocking over and spilling anything else." Wendy giggled.

"Right, right," Mest chuckled with her.

The two looked at each other, staring at each others' eyes. Wendy fluttered her eyelashes and Mest gulped, tugging at his tie a little bit.

"So Mest, off the record, how did you think I did?" Wendy asked in a whisper, like it was a secret.

Mest smiled at her, "pretty good, definitely one of the qualified to work here, off the record of course."

"Really?! I mean, oh, is that right? Cool." Wendy played it cool.

Mest covered his mouth from really laughing out loud, "could I tell you something as well? Off the record of course?"

Wendy blinked and nodded her head, "sure Mest, go right on ahead."

"I'm not sure if I should actually hire you."

Her eyes went wide, "wha-"

"Please listen to the full explanation. We have a strict policy here that employees can't date each other, and you see that is sort of a small problem for me since... I'd actually like to date you."

Wendy's face turned red in three seconds flat.

"So you see my problem? Because even if you aren't interested and you work here that feeling is not going to disappear and seeing you everyday is going to be torture and heaven forbid we're in an elevator alone, I won't be able to control myself and then you'll report sexual harassment and you see where I'm getting at here Wendy?"

"Aren't you the boss here? Couldn't you change that rule?"

"I made that rule because I was tired of my workers hitting on me in the beginning; I couldn't very well change that rule now that I've finally become interested in someone."

"Hmm, I get your point, and I'm flattered really," Wendy said calmly, so calmly she was freaking herself out.

It was a shock to hear her future maybe boss hitting on her, but at the same time it made her feel good inside a little bit because if he liked her then that must mean he found her attractive meaning she really had something going on even after making a complete fool of herself.

"But?" Mest asked.

Wendy started gnawing on her bottom lip, "I think we should make this a field-trip interview."

Mest blinked, "field-trip interview?"

"Yeah. You busy right now? We could continue the interview as we head down to the dollar store and you buy me a new handkerchief," Wendy smiled standing up.

Mest started blinking rapidly as he stood up after her, "but-but- I have no more questions to ask you."

"I'm sure you're think of something; think of it as an interview for you as well. I'm unsure if I want to risk getting a job for dating you just yet, although you did have a pretty good first impression on me."

Mest smiled, "really? Yeah, hold on one second, let me just..."

He grabbed his coat from his back seat and put it on, fixing his outfit as he walked her to the door and held it open for her. Wendy nodded her head in appreciation and started walking out, leading the way and pushing the button to the elevator.

"Mira, I'm going off to lunch. Hold all my calls and if I'm not back in for my next meeting cancel and reschedule it." Mest said at her desk.

"No problem Mest, have a good lunch." Mirajane smiled.

She caught Wendy's eyes and gave her a thumbs-up; Wendy waited until Mest was standing right next to her looking up at the elevator before she gave her a wink and a thumbs-up back. The doors opened with a ding and the two of them went in, standing next to each other as the doors slowly closed back.

"So, what was my first impression?" Mest asked.

"Ooh I thought you were pretty intimidating and scary, I mean you had to be with owning this whole company and being so young, but when I saw your eyes they were soft and when you spilled your drink I realized that you were clumsy, just like me, and started thinking if we had anything else in common." Wendy confessed, "by the way, you didn't do that on purpose? Did you?"

"No, I don't purposely spill my coffee on my desk on my important papers every interview I have to calm down my workers." Mest chuckled.

"Is that so? Well, what about me? Did I make a pretty good impression first?"

Mest looked down at her and smirked lightly, "that's confidential."

She started frowning, "what? How?! I told you mine!"

"We're still on an interview Ms. Marvell and may I say you aren't doing so well anymore."

"Mest! You're mean, I was wrong about you," she started pouting.

He knew she was joking with him though. It was a little embarrassing, which is why he didn't want to tell her the truth and decided to keep it 'confidential'. How could he tell the girl that he fell for her right when she fell into his office? That her first impression to him was that girl he wished to be with?

He obviously couldn't tell her that on their first date, third? Maybe. If it got that far... he thinks it would get that far. He hoped it would... seems he still had to work to do to make his first impression continue to be a good, and now, charming too.