She was beautiful in all the conventional ways. Striking blue eyes. Blond hair. That smile. But only the silly (well, the silly and the young), fall in love just based on looks.
She held her pen, all business, the angle of her body the perfect balance between assertive and indifferent, the tilt of her head offering also the possibility of amusement, however slight.
“So, what makes you think you’d be a good fit for our firm?” she asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he offered. “I tend to find that I’m a good fit just about everywhere I go.”