A glimmer of interest and curiosity lingered in his eyes as he peered closely at my face with conspicuous interest. For a moment, I was speechless. Unease spread through my body as I stood there, frozen.
I took the chance to survey him more closely. When he first entered through the door, I spotted ash blonde hair. But with the distance between us gone, I realized his hair was midnight dark. Only the reflection of the light creating a halo on his head made it look like the color of ash gray.
The icy blast from the air-conditioner playfully tug at the unruly strands. He appeared as if he had just woken up. I bet he did. The floors above the restaurant were luxurious suites. There was no mistaking that he occupied one of them.
Returning my attention back to his face, I looked at his aristocratic features and swooned.
Gosh! I’m a married woman, but I couldn’t help but admire those blue lagoon eyes. It had the power to unnerve everyone by just a single look.