Waiting on the bench nervously, Wesley can't help but had his mind lost in thoughts and emotions. Constantly preparing himself when his name is called, "Good morning, Sir. My name is Wesley, Wesley Fisher. I was born in a small town near here and had graduated in..." He pauses. "No that's too many unnecessary details." Wesley shakes his head. Pondering how to speak confidentially and more importantly, straight to the point.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths." He calms himself. Rubbing his sweaty palms on his trousers. He loosens his tie a bit around his neck as he suddenly felt very uneasy. Just as he was about to freak out, a recognizable figure walk passes him. A feminine figure with her perversely slender waist, with her black silk-like hair, pined at the middle while letting the rest loose, falling onto her shoulders.

Her outfit brings about her beauty, even more, almost replacing the anxiety Wesley had with the now nervous feeling from admiring her beauty. Wesley quickly broke off his gaze as he felt a sudden burn from his cheeks. "I'm blushing?! Oh No! What if she saw me blush? Is it ok to get caught blushing?" Wesley nervously thought to himself. Foundling his thumb around, a feeling disrupts his state of mind. "Why do I have a feeling we'd met before?" He asks himself.

Looking back at her, he carefully inspects her face. Taking every detail or clues in, in hopes of piecing together the mysterious person is. Slowly he recognizes her, bit by bit he had flashes of faint memories replaying in his mind. "I...Ina?" he calls out.

The girl jolted upon hearing her name, looking around who had called for her. Her eyes fall directly onto his. "Wesley?" She instantly recognizes. "You remember me?" Wesley asks. "Of course!" Ina answers. "How could I ever forget that shy anxious friend I had, when I was a little kid." Ina continues. "Well, you're not wrong but still..." Wesley's voice grew softer as his face grew redder. "I...I'm not that anxious anymore," he says softly.

A smirk forms on Ina's face. Without warning, Ina draws closer to Wesley. Sitting just right next to him, with their shoulders nearly making contact with each other. Realizing this, Wesley jumps away from her. Distancing himself from her shoulder in fear of unwanted misunderstandings. "W...wh...what are you doing?!" Wesley nervously asks.

"Am I that scary?" Ina asks.

"N...No!"

"Then why are you scared then?" Ina asks.

"I'm not!"

"Are you perhaps...Shy?" Ina teased. Nearly burst into laughter when seeing Wesley's face grew even redder. Holding back her verge of laughing, she gently taps the seat next to her. "You're blocking the hallway, you don't want to have your first impression to be a bad one, don't cha?" Ina mischievously says.

Wesley, having no choice but to comply, carefully sits back onto his seat. "Your face is quite red, are you having a fever?" Ina asks. She then instinctively places her hand on Wesley's forehead, checking for any signs of fever. "There's no need!" Wesley quickly evades, coincidentally touching her hands with his. "Ah! I'm Sorry! I'm sorry!" Wesley apologizes.

Ina, seeing his reaction finally led out a wave of laughter, "You're still that shy anxious kid I know," Ina says. Before Wesley could react,

"Ina? Ina Watson?"

"Oh, that's me," Ina says, tidying up herself before her interview. As she enters for her interview, an uneasy feeling swells up in Wesley's heart. Pushing that aside, he had his mind clear off while also shaking off his reddish cheeks.

"This...this might be the hardest day to forget," Wesley notes to himself. And soon after, he too is called to begin his interview.