Be a Fighter ?

"Hot," I heard Jasmine mutter under her breath so I turned to look at her face that was now red, well she was blushing.

I blinked at her for few seconds till I heard a grave voice behind me,

"Who are you looking for?" He asked frowning.

"Oh yeah," I nodded hearing that and turned again to face him. He had warm brown orbs with long lashes guarding them. He had sharp cheekbones , but surprisingly he did not have any tattoos as James had.

"Hey?" He again prompted as he saw me gazing out for a second or few.

"I'm looking for Noah Davisson," I asked him unsurely.

"Why?" He asked me once again.

"Umm," I stopped as I felt his penetrating gaze on my face."Uh, Damon said I could ask him for the job and well I'm looking for him now," I trailed off as I saw him nodding in understanding.

"You are Alicia?" He asked me with a calm face now.

I sighed in relief and nodded. He offered me his hand,

"I'm Noah," he told me.