Nial watched as you ran towards the office in high heels, the clack of your steps filling the air with sharp percussions. Though he was annoyed by your tardiness for your job interview with him, a slight smirk grew on his face as he saw the sheer determination in every step you took. You did not falter or trip, even as the chain on your motorbike broke in the middle of the road, forcing you to leave it behind and run the rest of the way to his company on foot to be on time for the interview.