His eyes a soft blue, elegant and bright, hair darker than black and slightly curled just right. He has an aftershave, maybe he will grow it out. He is waiting for me, a preferred form than all the art.
I step up to him, my face flushed. I wouldn't think he would join me here nor take me out. I stood by him, hoping slightly he wouldn't notice my presence. I don't want to intrude in his personal space.
Next thing I know, he reaches out for my hand, carefully linking his arm around mine. We come closer and I lean my head against his shoulder. This moment is perfect, I don't want it to be over.