swallowedbysky
The thing that's always intrigued him about her is the way she commands a room, as if she can walk in and somehow take control. She, more than anyone he has ever known, has a clarity of purpose that makes him want nothing more than to get close to her, to know her.
She stands up in front of the room, steadying her shaking hands on the lectern. She wasn't made for this, she thinks, as she begins to read. Press conferences and announcements aren't her style.