Making heads turn was what Natasha Arora was always good at. Whether she was a friend or an enemy didn't stop the frozen looks as she walked by, her hair cascading down her back, with the added touch of swaying hips and long strides. Her head was held high and her steps were light. She wore pursed lips on her face that could easily break into a smirk if she had things done her way.

But her most redeeming feature was none of that. It was her eyes and the the way they looked at a person. Anyone could tell what Natasha thought about them if they paid close attention to her eyes while she spoke to them. But they had to be wary, because Natasha could manipulate using her eyes, one of her lesser-known abilities. People's beliefs of what Natasha thought of them were exactly what they wanted them to be; but Natasha, she had other ideas altogether.

Which is exactly why Natasha's publicist thought she had done a job well done by managing to persuade Natasha to pursue a relationship. 

Eva Frankston confronted Natasha on Tuesday, during Natasha's fitting for a fashion show.

"With the latest news regarding you, Nat, the best option would be to give the public what they want."

"And what exactly would that be, Eva?"

"A relationship."

"You know how I feel about relationships."

"Nat darling, think of the publicity you'd get."

"No thanks."

Eva's hand went to her forehead and she began to massage her temple. Natasha was generally an easy person to work for, but she did have her ups and downs. If Eva wasn't paid what she did, she would have probably left Natasha and her mood swings a while ago.

"Think about it Nat. You know it's a smart move."

Natasha raised her hand as a gesture to tell the clothing assistant to stop taking her measurements. Stepping off the pedestal, she turned to face her publicist.

"On second thoughts, you may be right. A relationship is what I may need to make my business grander. Get me a list of potential dates. I'll pick one from them."

"I'll get right onto it."

With those words being said, Eva exited the shop, mentally patting herself on the back for accomplishing the practically impossible. 

"I'm done with the fitting for now. I'll come again later." The clothing assistant nodded meekly and left as well. Natasha pulled out her phone and went to her messages.

To: Eva Frankston (Publicist)

I changed my mind. No relationship. 

A light tap and the message was sent. After switching off her phone, Natasha picked her designer bag and made her way through the store's glass doors. Adjusting her red hat on her head, she walked down the streets in a rich manner. 

Unlike other famous persons, Natasha wanted to be noticed, so she didn't shy away from large clicking cameras and flashes from phones. Natasha didn't smile at them either; she was upholding an I-don't-care-about-you personality.

Her standoffish nature towards the people she walked by did not change the frozen looks. No matter how she felt on that particular day, the public would only see the perfected Natasha Arora. 

And that day, she was perfect.