1. Dallas

Her first meeting at Common Desk. She was nervous and had no idea what she was expecting. This was her first time doing something like this and no one had thought of giving her a preview of what she would be doing. She sat at that fancy wooden table, a little exhausted from her long flight, waiting for the others to join. The little Indian guy came and sat next to her; he was funny not because he understood humour but simply because he didn’t mind if people laughed at him and not on his jokes. Then came the South African man always with a cap, he had lent his MacBook charger to her earlier today, so she smiled at him. Then He sat down on the table, wearing a lemon yellow Polo t-shirt which was slightly big on him but still made him look flattering. He sat with a notebook and had an air which said that he will be running the show.  

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They spoke and discussed plans for the coming weeks, she sat, listened carefully and observed. She was a little lost, all the words were making sense but there was no context in her head. She listened to the Indian guy and him trying to make their points. One thing was apparent; they had no idea what they were getting into. Not in terms of what needs to be done but rather how they will work together to get this done. He had notebooks and lists and calendars and numbers, and the Indian boy had faith that it will all turn out okay and there is nothing to worry about. At the end of that short meeting, she was convinced that they were 2 completely different people trying to achieve the same thing with 2 completely different methods. He had pragmatism on his side and the Indian boy had experience on his. Only later would she realise that her next couple of weeks would not be the same without the two of these men working together like they belonged with each other.