If this is her destiny, Sienna would want to show it her middle fingers and tell it to go screw itself over rather than her.
"Let me go! I have no idea who this 'Maya' chick of yours is!" She shouts to the man in such a form-fitting suit that's holding onto her arm as he drags her towards the elevator.
As she's tugged by the arm across the hallway, Sienna can't help but lament over how tonight's plans are now ruined.
"Stop whining, Maya. You're being ridiculous." Dean doesn't even spare her a glance as he pushes the elevator button. "How the hell would I even mistake you for anyone else, especially if I've slept with you for a year?"
The cold tone of his voice sends a nervous shake to her steps. Yes, she never considered a reunion with Dean Taylor, but Sienna knows she needs to keep up the act or else she's done for.
"Look," Sienna clears her throat, a little awkwardly, "sir. I genuinely think you're the one who's being ridiculous. I've never met this Maya you're going on about in my whole life!"
She clears her throat once more, worried that her sudden raised tone would offend Dean, and speaks more politely, "Besides, sir, my name is…. Sienna Angelou."
The elevator door opens and she's pushed inside towards the back of the elevator. When Sienna turns back to face Dean, his gaze is set on her, focused and intense.
Sienna tries not to think of how attractive the jut of his jaw is when it's clenched.
"Do you take me for some kind of fool?" He spits out, brows furrowing. "I've been looking for you for over five years," his voice raises in emphasis, "and you think a fake name is enough to deceive me? Why don't you just change your face now too, then?"
Sienna feels the way Dean's grip tightens around her wrist as pain and confusion manifest on his expression.
"Sir, please," she gasps out, looking down at his shoes so as to not meet his eyes. "I'm not the girl you're looking for."
Dean looks to the side, his eyes closed tightly in frustration as his lips set into a straight line. He flexes his jaw for a moment before looking back at her.
"Of all the people you choose to lie to, it had to be me?" Dean's voice is rough, thick with an emotion that Sienna can't place her finger on.
"My name is Sie–"
In a moment, Sienna's words are stopped by the feeling of Dean's lips, warm against her own.
***
The sudden sight of Sienna Angelou on such an unsuspecting night was enough to shoot a torrent of emotions straight at Dean.
First, he feels the shock. Soon after, it's the nostalgia and the pain that came along, hand-in-hand. Later, it's the anger.
All these had come upon Dean in such a short amount of time that all he could do at first was gape at the woman who stood in front of him, and is now alone with him in an elevator after five years.
Five years after the woman he dearly loved had left him, alone against the world, with no explanations or apologies.
For a moment, the air is tense as Dean watches Sienna respond, and his eyes zero in on her lips.
In the next moment, his own lips are atop hers, moving desperately as his arms wind around her waist.
Sienna moves away to gasp, taking in a breath of air. The moment she does, Dean dives back in, his fervor coming through in the way his tongue comes out, sliding against her lower lip.
When their tongues tangle, the heat makes Dean's heart race, his hands lowering towards Sienna's waist. One hand grips the side of her waist, the other making circling motions on her back as he coaxes her mouth to open more.
Sucking on her tongue, Dean can't help but let out a groan, pushing Sienna further against the wall. He feels a hand of hers coming up to tangle in his hair and he thinks, 'To hell with this foundation event.'
He softly nibbles on her lower lip, missing the sight of it red and throbbing after hours of kissing, of Sienna moaning and sighing softly in his arms.
The moment shatters as the 'ding' of the elevator sounds out, and the chattering of the crowd becomes audible as the doors slide open.
Sienna pulls away, her eyes widening when she sees someone on the other side of the door. Another person quite familiar to her, and by the smirk on his face, Sienna thinks he recognizes her too.
Dean's head slowly turns towards the elevator doors, a displeased expression on his face at the interruption. The furrow in his brows disappears when he sees who it is.
"I'm gone for five minutes and here you are already, sucking faces so early in the evening," Simon snorts, the smirk still on his face as his eyes roam Sienna and Dean's disheveled forms. "At least one of us had an enjoyable night so far, huh?"
Without a word, Sienna pushes Dean away, and walks out of the elevator in a haste. She lets out a thankful sigh when Simon simply steps out of her way when she passes.
"Maya!" She hears Dean calling out, feels the light touch of a fingertip on her skin before her pace quickens.
And then, she's lost among the crowd.
"That was Maya? Holy shit, man." Simon's eyes follow the direction she had just gone through.
"Fuck," Dean mutters under his breath, directing a small glare at Simon, who raises his hands up with a surprised expression. "Why must you always have the worst timing?"
He gives Dean an apologetic smile in return, and follows when Dean walks towards one of the balconies.
There are people around who look at the two, most of them recognizing Dean, and showing scandalized expressions. Simon looks over at Dean, his hair still disheveled and his tie loosened, lips terribly red, and the image makes Simon chuckle to himself.
"Maya really has that effect on you, huh? Even after five years." Simon lets out a long whistle in place of a sigh. "She still has you wrapped around her finger despite not being your girlfriend anymore."
When Dean breathes in the cold air as they step into a balcony, his face finally relaxes. "This is Maya we're talking about. Of course, it's like that."
"Can't believe a cold-hearted bastard like you could continue loving someone that ran away from you five years ago." Simon shakes his head, clicking his tongue as he takes out a cigarette.
Dean looks at the lit cigarette with a blank expression, and Simon takes out his pack to offer. Dean only shakes his head 'no' before looking away, sighing out loud.
"I just don't get it, though." His expression turns solemn as he looks out towards the sprawl of buildings, the city bustling in the night. "Why was she pretending to be someone else?"
"Dunno, man." Simon shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Maybe she forgot you and thought you were a creep, or something."
"Impossible." Dean's tone is firm, and his face turns towards Simon.
The expression on his face is unreadable to Simon, even as Dean's closest friend. After all, Simon wasn't as good at getting them as Maya.
"How could you possibly forget someone you've loved so dearly once?"
***
Weaving through the crowd, Sienna tries to keep a blank and stolid expression as she walks towards the fire exit.
When the door shuts close, she allows herself to breathe and subsequently feels the way her stomach drops.
'Five years is already such a long time,' Sienna thinks, 'but not a single part of me was ever prepared to see you again after what I did, Dean'
The sound of hurried footsteps coming towards the door shake Sienna out of her thoughts, and so she does the same thing she had done five years ago.
Sienna runs away.
