She

They worked in the same office, He and She. Ever since She saw him She has been aware of a subtle interest in him. He was not, by the established standards, a handsome or cool or hot guy. Then why this attraction, She had wondered many times, never arriving at a satisfactory answer. She was a normally level-headed girl, who wanted everything in place, her life included. This out-of-place attraction disturbed her.

Their job threw them together frequently. They could not help meeting and talking. The way He talked, the way He behaved, everything construed new meanings for her. She started reading multiple meanings in simple sentences He spoke. Sometimes the word Love cropped up in her mind, and She was quick to smother it because She believed herself to be above all that. Hadn't She always believed that her true mate will be the guy who comes to her and says "My Girl!"? Then why are the thoughts of this guy bothering her this way?

She willed herself many times to read no more than the straightforward meanings in his words. Willed herself to stop looking at his desk (even if he's not there) everytime She passed that way. But many times her usually trusty heart betrayed her. She was actually amazed that She could feel this way.

She started believing that He was behaving towards her the same way He would behave with any other colleague. She slowly came back to normal (or so She believed).

One day, only both of them were working late. She looked up from her unfinished work, felt the need for a stimulant and walked towards the coffee machine. And He was there!

They exchanged plesantries for a while, but it became apparent to her that He was in a state of subdued excitement. He suggested her a walk around the campus. A walk? Just the two of them? Around their large sprawling campus? All her suppressed feelings re-surfaced with a vengeance. This is it! This is it! cried voices inside her. Her heart rate slowly started multiplying. Admonishing herself not to be silly, She accepted. Both of them started walking with their cappucinos.

She could see that He was tremendously excited, and could hardly contain it. Many times He turned to her as if about to say something, looked in her eyes and nervously stuttered some out-of-the-way topic. Slowly tension built in her too, She was actually wondering in what way to accept his proposal.
They reached a lawn with benches around. They sat in one of the benches, looking up at the glass walls of their office building.

He coughed.

She turned.

He was looking at her.

He haltingly said "I want to say something to you". His whole face was aglow.

She couldn't do anything but nod mutely.

He looked deep into her eyes, his own eyes sparkling with excitement, and said,

"My Code is working!"