Looking around the auditorium she could tell that most of the ensemble were college students, but also there were a very rare assortment of older people, perhaps graduate students or just non-students looking to expand their interest in the business / financial sector of things. Sienna certainly knew why she was here, it was for the latter in regards to wanting to take off in her creative career. She wanted a step into the door to know the ends and outs in the event someone or something went awry with her money and she'd know if anyone was trying to scheme on her and the like. She responded to his comment about it being a class.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> "Oh yes I know, I was just saying this was reminiscent of that. The setting, the notes. Trust me I've done my undergrad I'm finished haha."</span>When he asked her what gave her the idea of him speaking, she nodded towards his fancy name tag and the notes he was currently adjusting.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Well, your business tag for one. And then the notes that you're adjusting. The talk hasn't begun but you have a lot of key points so that lets me know, or am I wrong?" </span><br/><br/>As he finishes up his notes, Sienna sits there and watches him as he finally returns a remark, but it was to keep her pen. She wanted to comment in rebellion, since she did need that pen to actually take notes, but she figured that maybe the gesture would be returned to her in the future by God, so with a small chuckle she lifted her hand to the pen in a manner to suggest she had no problem with him keeping it. When he walked away and sat among the speakers, almost across from her she tried her best not to make it awkward and stare at him every other second. He was charming, and very attractive. Sienna was good with control and composure, so she'd hone in on the speakers once the workshop started. Through the speakers, Sienna would use her cell phone to take notes since she didn't have a pen. She learned about the differences in litigation when it came to endorsements, investments, protecting / freezing assets, and the plain loopholes that could be used. There were terms she'd never been familiar with before, but she did learn from the experience, which was hard to do. Sienna was a walking encyclopedia, and all of her friends and mates knew that. She loved random knowledge and furthering her mind. It was also a secondary effect of being a nerd. Pop culture creates a hunger to immerse yourself more. The speakers seemed impressed that she was willing to be the one on the front row unlike much of anyone else. They made a lot of eye contact with her, and she could've sworn one of the speakers were looking at her a bit... intensely.<br/><br/>But alas, the moment came when the former speaker was finished and Sienna heard the name of the next speaker.<i><b>Greg Miller. </b></i>Wow, he didn't look like a Greg, maybe a Garrison or Gary. She watched him with focused eyes as he takes the podium, and she couldn't help but smile when he looked out among the crowd, who relatively seemed checked out for one reason or another. When he commented on how boring they had to have been, Sisi could hear some chuckles through the auditorium, the speakers even laughing a bit themselves. Half the girls in here were probably only laughing due to their mini crush on Greg anyways... but it was when he said he'd be needing a volunteer that Sienna automatically dropped her head with a defeated smile. He hadn't even called her name or looked her way yet and somehow she knew he was going to pick her. When their eyes meet and he looks at her, Sisi puckers her lips and pushes against her bottom lip with her tongue, looking at Greg in a<i>'I'm gonna get you.</i>' type of expression. Sienna leaves her phone and purse at her chair as she stands up, visibly towering over the crowd as the entourage seemed to wake up at this new turn of session. She walks up to the podium, nervous but prepared as she meets Greg's eyes almost. In her heels she was only about an inch shorter than him. She looks at the crowd who were now engaged in the seminar, and some with gazed looks on Sienna. She wasn't afraid of crowds at all, the girl played collegiate soccer and also used to dance in performances, she was good in the spotlight, but she was nervous in what Greg had planned. She looks at him and responds a soft, and simple<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Hi."</span>with a smile.