Sisi zoned out as she sketched some small doodles awaiting for the seminar to start. She could hear the speakers conversing with one another in her peripheral hearing, and what she didn't notice was that after all this time, she was still the only one in the very front row. She sighed under her breath, as she did not want to be one of those girls that remained solitary in the front while every speaker picked her to talk to, or single her out for a question she'd probably not know the answer to. It seems the session was about to start as one of the speakers was preparing the podium. It seemed like a dragging moment when Sienna had finalized her sketch only to smell a strong scent and the figure of a tall man standing over her smiling. Her heart dropped for a split second as she realized that this was the same guy she'd been gawking at before, along with getting some looks from others. When he smiled at her she couldn't help but return a polite smile, perhaps a bigger one than she wanted to due to her inner attraction to him. Sienna was good at keeping composure and playing it cool, yet she often tricked herself into feeling amplified emotions in the midst of moments such as the one she was currently in. When he asked to borrow her pen, she didn't even hesitate, not because of him personally, it's just who she was. Forever giving.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Hey, oh yeah no problem! Here you go. I promise this will not be my ethic or focus when the workshop starts haha."</span>She nods towards her sketches, not wanting to give the handsome lad the wrong impression about her.<br/><br/>Her legs crossed over as her silky legs almost radiated with the light overhead. She was glad she put on the good stuff. Her skirt wasn't riding up too much, and her athletic yet shaped figure could mildly be seen through her garments. She gracefully kept her hands in her lap as she waited for him to finish. She'd deduced that he'd already had notes for a reason... he was a speaker. Oh no. Sienna started to look over her shoulder, practically begging with her eyes for other to hurry and fill the row so she couldn't be the only one getting singled out by professionals. The other speakers were elder men, weathered and seasoned, but Sisi knew if she had some like G. Miller looking at her the whole time, the girl would be too focused on looking receptive and aware as opposed to paying attention to the seminar talk. Sisi had unconsciously started playing with her thumbs, something that her close friends knew as a telltalle sign that she was either nervous, or smitten. In this case it was both. She'd managed enough energy to look him right in his eyes for a moment, his eyes were beautiful. She gave another light smile as he finished up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> "So I'm guessing you're speaking? Tell me why your notes look <i>exactly</i> like mine used to in college. I used to write so small only I could read it, and I basically had a book worth of notes for the exam. Cheat proof too, it's the ultimate strategy." </span>She gives a cocky shrug in a comedic manner, taking in his scent yet again. It was a smell she wouldn't mind getting used to. They say it's the person's smell that attracts you to them even before the brain registers appearance.<br/><br/>The man up front taps the microphone on the podium, as a signal that the workshop was imminent. She then looks at G. Miller and sticks a thumbs up while whispering under her breath so as not to disturb the introduction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Good luck! Can't wait to learn from you!" </span><br/><br/>In case the guy didn't notice, every attendant had name tags upon signing in. Of course they were paper instead of the fancy engraved ones the speakers had. But hopefully he'd remember her name on the tag:<b><i> Sienna Santos.</i></b>