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Love At First Sight – John Glenn (Hidden Figures)

I nervously wiped my hands on the skirt of my dress. I looked around, eagerly waiting for the soon-to-be astronauts' arrival.

"They’re here!" Mary gasped. We turned to see a line of cars driving our way. We all watched as they stopped and the men got out. I tried to listen as Dorothy went through and named each astronaut, but the youngest one caught my eye.

"Who's that?" I stuttered under my breath.

"That's John Glenn," Dorothy explained. "He's the only Marine Corps pilot."

"He's. . ." I cleared my throat and looked away when the girls laughed knowingly.

"He's pretty attractive, huh, Y/N?" Mary smirked.

"I mean. . . He's. . ."

"And he's just you're age," Dorothy said in a sing-songy voice.

"Okay," I said, playfully pushing them. "Knock it off."

"I think you have a good chance," Katherine shrugged. "You're a great girl, Y/N. He'd be lucky to have you."

"Thanks," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and feeling how hot my face was.

"He's coming this way," Mary giggled under her breath.

"Ladies," he greeted us, "I didn't wanna run off without saying hello. They seem to be in a big rush around here."

"Well, the Russians certainly aren't slowing down any," Dorothy joked as she shook his hand.

"You know, they can't build a damn refrigerator. How the heck did they beat us into space?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the Colonel's joke. We all did. My breath got caught in my throat when he looked right at me. For a brief moment, it felt like everything around us froze. Fearing that my face was bright pink, I broke our intense staring contest.

"And what do you ladies do for NASA?" He asked. When I looked back at him, I realized he was staring at me when he asked that.

"Calculate your trajectories," I said, shaking his outreached hand. "Launch and landing."

"You can't get anywhere without the numbers," he chuckled.

"No, sir," I smiled. We stared at each other for a second too long before he turned toward Mary.

"Mary Jackson, Mr. Glenn," she introduced herself and shook her hand. "Engineering. And I'm proud as the devil to be working with you."

"Thank you, Mary," he said sweetly. Suddenly, his eyes glanced at me. My heart felt like it flipped in my chest when I saw him smile at me.

"John," Mr. Harrison said as he jogged over. "Come on. Let's take it inside."

"Yes, sir," John nodded.

Before following Mr. Harrison inside, he sent me one more smile that made my heart jump into my throat and stay there the rest of the day.

* * * * *

I ended up staying late that day. I was going over some of the most recent calculations and wanted to make sure that I hadn't missed anything.

"Well, shucks," a voice chuckled. "I thought I'd be the last one here."

I turned around to see John walking through the office. "Pretty big assumption," I smirked. "I'm always the last one here."

"Trying to prove yourself?" He teased. I looked away and cleared my throat. "Y/N. . . I'm sorry. I didn't mean. . ."

"It's okay," I brushed off. "You're right. I'm the only woman in the big room. I constantly have to prove myself."

John gently grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. He didn't let go of my face as he said, "And I'm sure you have. Time and time again."

He slowly let go of my chin and awkwardly cleared his throat. I watched him as he looked around the office.

"So, what got you started in all of this?"

"You're just going to laugh," I said, leaning against the edge of my desk.

"Try me," he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"My dad was a high school math teacher before he retired a few years ago," I explained. "He always talked about numbers and formulas. I know this sounds crazy, but he made it sound magical. I went to school and got a degree in mathematics with a focus on how it relates to physical sciences."

"That barely made sense to me," he chuckled.

"Well, it made sense to me," I smiled. "I ended up getting recruited by NASA. I walked in on my first day and realized that I was the only woman mathematician. It took weeks for them to listen to me. They kept assuming that I was nothing more than their receptionist or secretary. Now, there are women who have an even bigger battle to overcome than me. I mean, Dorothy? She's been acting supervisor of her section for a long time. She has all the responsibilities but not the title or the pay. The reason? Her race. It's ridiculous. And then there's Mary. She was talked into applying for one of the senior positions in NASA's engineering department. However, she found out that she didn't have some of the qualifications for the promotion because her high school didn't offer certain extension courses that she needed for the promotion. Katherine and I. . ."

I stopped talking when I looked up and saw him smiling at me. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said gently. "It's just. . . It's sweet how you talk about the women you work with. I always thought things were getting better."

"They are," I shrugged. "Slowly."

We stared at each other for a second and I felt like he was studying me. "What about you?" I asked, shifting the conversation to him. "What made you want to become an astronaut?"

"To be honest," he smiled, "I started out as a pilot with the Marines. They came around and recruited people with my experience. I didn't hesitate to sign up. It just felt right."

We spent the next hour, talking about ourselves and getting to know each other better. The more we talked, the harder I fell head over heels for him. Suddenly, John's whole demeanor changed when he looked at his watch.

"I hate to do this to you, Y/N," he sighed, "but I should get going. We have training early in the morning."

"That's okay," I said, standing up and straightening out my skirt. "I understand. I should be getting home too."

I started to walk away, but he quickly grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "I need to be honest with you, Y/N," he said, slightly lowering his voice. "I'd really like to ask you out."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he smiled. My heart beat against my chest when he repositioned his hand so it wasn't on my wrist but was wrapped around my hand. He intertwined our fingers before continuing, "But, the thing is, I'm leaving in a few weeks to go on a big important work trip."

"I can wait," I shrugged playfully. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as we teased each other.

"Are you sure?" He said with a little bit of worry in his eyes. "I won't get good reception where I'm going."

"That's okay," I said. "I can wait."

"Really?"

"Really," I nodded. "Besides, it's not easy to find a guy like you. You're worth the wait."

"You sure about that?" He joked.

"I am."

"That's reassuring," he smirked. "Because you're definitely worth the wait."

* * * * *

It's been two weeks since John Glenn successfully landed in the ocean off the coast of the Bahamas. I remember sitting in NASA with my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes as we waited to hear if John had landed safely. Ever since we met, I haven't been able to get him out of my head.

It didn't help that every time I walked into work, his picture was everywhere.

After another day of slowly wrapping things up at NASA and finalizing the paperwork from John's flight, I left work. I wasn't really paying attention when I walked out of the building. Suddenly, I looked up and saw him waiting for me.

"John?" I gasped.

"There's my favorite numbers girl."

"You're here," I stuttered. "I can't believe you're. . . Why are you. . ."

"I was hoping I'd randomly run into you here," he teased.

With tears in my eyes, I started walking toward him. He started walking toward me, both of us starting to walk a little faster with each step. Soon, we were right in front of each other, inches apart.

I tried to think of something cute and flirty to say but all I could do was focus on John being in front of me. Turns out, I didn't need to say anything. He gently grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. As I started to kiss him back, I grabbed his shirt and brought him closer to me. When neither one of us could breathe, we broke the kiss.

"Hi, Mr. Astronaut," I whispered, my head still spinning from the kiss.

"Hello to you too, Ms. Numbers," he smirked. "I have a question for you."

"You do?" I stuttered.

"I'm not from around here," he started as he pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Do you know of a nice romantic restaurant?"

"I may know a few," I shrugged, sliding my hands up his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Great," he smiled. "Any chance you're free tonight?"

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