The opposites.

She wanted it all. The sun, the moon, the stars. Every morning she woke up and started thinking of all she could do to get closer to her goal. Every evening she drove home thinking of slip-ups and opportunities lost during the day. The focus and ambition was both exhausting and addictive. People must have seen it in her eyes, her stride, her words. She wanted the world and she was ready to do whatever it took to get it.

The Romantic
He looked at her as she walked in and held the look. Her only interest in him was the work he did and how he might help furthen her goals. She went by him to exchange a few words, only because it helps to network. He suggested an evening out. He had traveled the world, South America, China, India, Thailand and many more. He spoke of hobbies and passions instead of organization structure. He reminded of her younger years. He even suggested clandestine getaways to wine making lands.

Start of a romantic novel? Page from my diary? Page from a friends diary? Does it matter? Ideas flowed and thus was a blog post made..