1. The Guy At The Bar

"Before I head down the hall I notice a tall broad-shouldered man sitting hunched over at the end of the bar. He picks up a bottle of Jim Beam Rye and refills his glass. His alabaster skin is smooth over his angular features. His ample lips are slightly downturned in a sad grimace above his square jaw. His furrowed brows nearly touch the long transparent lashes jutting out over his glossy, celadon -green eyes. Dark bruises surround the deep-set hooded orbs. His nose is a perfectly sculpted copy of Michaelangelo's Davids' between high, sharp cheekbones. Even wearing this broody, grief-stricken expression, he's quite possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He's wearing a collared, black pin-striped shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and tight-fitting dark-wash jeans with brown boots. His hair is an ethereal white-blonde, half bound in a loose bun with the rest cascading bone straight down his back to his waist. He senses me staring and his eyes capture mine. My heart is pounding."