The blondes send Ana into Mr. Grey's office, and wouldn't you know it, like a dope, she falls right through the doors and winds up on her hands and knees in front of Christian Grey. Foreshadowing. She is so embarrassed that she says all kinds of strong curse-words like "Holy cow," and "Double crap". No single craps for Ana, oh no. She's a rebel and a potty mouth of the highest caliber.
Immediately, she realizes that Christian Grey is not some ancient
forty-year old dude, practically crumbling to dust atop his icy blonde
empire, but a very hot young man:
So young - and attractive, very attractive. He's tall, dressed in a
fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper
colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly.
That... is one hell of a tie. I'm going to have to ask someone, please,
look into the kindness and the goodness of your soul and photoshop me a
picture of a black tie with Robert Pattinson's hair and eyes stuck on
it, gazing at me shrewdly.
ma nii suurt tööd ei viitsinud ette võtta, aga herr grey sisenemiskostüüm ja - juuksed/silmad/pilk on siin!
When she shakes his hand, Ana has some kind of short circuit situation
that makes her blink like a malfunctioning Furby. She explains that
she's there on behalf of her sick roommate, then makes a stunningly
astute comment about some paintings in his office. Of course, he agrees
with her, and this puts Ana immediately at ease, knowing that they are
on the same level, intellectually. Just kidding!
'I couldn't believe my last two days on Twilight they put this orange wig on my hair. [It was] like Frankenstein's monster [and] an amalgamation of six [different] wigs.' 
