The interview

His disturbing silence, his piercing vision
So distracting was it.
She remained focused, answering the bombardment of questions.
But an inexplicable heat was raging within.
She dared not to look at him what if she faltered.

The interview concluded, but her questions kept hovering.
Pensive, she sauntered down the stairs,
Only to find him in his car...waiting.
Nothing was conveyed, just a decisive lure
She slipped beside him, they zoomed in deafening silence.
For the actual interview was yet to begin.