Not Going Home Alone
We saw each other from across the room. We locked eyes simultaneously. Even from on the other side, I saw his gorgeous gray-blue eyes. He made his way through the crowd and leaned against the bar next to me. He was a lot taller than me, probably over six feet. I looked up at him. His wildly intense eyes were set in a very kind face that looked smooth and pale. He had a five o’clock shadow and wavy, shaggy, mousy brown hair that went down the back of his neck but stopped and curled slightly...