Would it be too much to ask of the Universe that he stop into Starbucks for a coffee? No. It would not. In he walked and I openly stared - already drawing him in my head to be later put down on paper. Up close he was even more perfect. And I was not the only one staring. My friend beside me (who is, I confess, the handsomest of men) muttered oaths of appreciation and caught a girl at the door taking one last look at male beauty before leaving.

*sigh*
j.