Today I reached Roux tower a bit late than yesterday and the blonde killer jawline lady already standing there, waiting for the elevator. We exchange our smile when I join her waiting for the elevator. She seems better today, expression I mean. No more tense but more to frail. Anything happened yesterday? I thought she's one of the candidate based on what she was held. The elevator is here.

And so do the rest who joining us in that square little box. We both squeeze in deeply behind as the elevator start to be filled with others.

"Have you seen one design at the corner back?"

"The one with the stand?"

"Yup, that's the one. That look so terrible man, how that person even got in this twenty spot." they continue laughing, sharing their inside joke but the jawline lady never look up when I take a glance of her. Of course that jawline what I want to see the most. Jawline.

How that chiselled jawline can make her so y, handsome and it’s never enough for me. How? Is it only me or other might say the same thing?

She bites her lower lips. That pink thin lips. Her fingers playing with each other and rocking her weight from her toes to her heels. She's obviously dispiriting. But, if I'm not wrong, she is the person who owns the design that these people taunting about.

"I guess the person must has someone to get in. It's so impossible for that design to be ch