What Eurydice hoped was Orpheus, Pygmalion hoped was Galatea. There was this earth shattering moment when she walked by that got his heart racing in a way he hadn't expected.
His own features had changed since his time as King, there was the off chance the same had happened to his beloved. He hadn't made a single thing in all this time that he had been as proud of. Seeing her now would be a bump to his ego.
The girl who waltzed by was graceful. Dainty. Soft, pure and sweetest of features. He didn't generally double take the opposite sex as some of his misogyny had broken through. He didn't quite hate the female gender, but he wasn't tripping over himself for them either. He paused, closing his notebook and stopping the girl with a soft hello. When she turned her head, that awkward feeling danced around again.