His contours

She never mentioned that he was quite the looker. Blonde and brazen, his energy could be felt with one glance. Confident, dignified in every sense of the word. Dona thought: He's handsome, but not my Harry. She smiled at Harry as she held his hand at the entrance. Crystal can be spotted from a mile away, she is beautiful. Upon meeting him Dona felt a strong urge to remember the name. Tony Anderson.

He had a pleasant countenance, unaffected manners. He drew the attention of the room by his solid features. "I've heard so much about you."

"I hope good things. "Dona smiled to Crystal, who looked perky and smiled oh so broadly.

"Of course." He added with a sweetness. "My darling is always talking about you."

The men shook hands and Dona kept noticing small fallacies of him, not knowing why she's inquiring of his character, and or appearance. Perhaps it's a natural instinct of a friend? Not one of caution.