She did not smile, nor did she frown; her expression was, in fact, remarkably blank, and all the more terrifying for it. Blank, yes, but not soulless. The gold-green eyes promised intelligence and depth, and there was a sense of great restraint about her, as if that soul were closely tethered. He meant to only glance but found himself frozen by her gaze, his heart stuttering, his throat closing up, adrenaline firing through him so that he shook and shivered in his seat.
Then all at once she turned her attention to the stage and he was free.
For the rest of the night, he stole occasional glances across the aisle but she did not look his way. Her attention was all on the presentation now, and he was not sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He found he wanted to know what she had been thinking while staring at him, what had gone on behind that unyielding façade. Months, even years later his mind would return to her and wonder. If he attended another such lecture, would she be there? He almost hoped she would be. And he almost feared it.