Stifling a yawn I
wondered why I had me agreed to accompany Zara to the musical in the
first place. For the last two hours I had fought to stay awake, out
of courtesy to her, but felt I was fighting a losing battle, or at
least I had been.
Suddenly the most
handsome man I had ever seen appeared on stage and, seemingly, stared
straight at me, his piercing eyes penetrating deep in to my soul. I
was so transfixed by his beauty I didn't notice the look in Zara's
eyes as she smiled, and nodded her head knowingly towards him.
©JSMorbius
