The guy is too good looking for words, even in a room full of creative writing students. Could any of us properly describe him? I cannot. There’s something about him, an essence, that holds him apart from the rest of us. Not only his talent with the written word, which he has in spades, but something else. It’s not a social glow, because he’s not particularly friendly. Strangers don’t gravitate toward him, attracted by an unnamable quality. Except for me. I’m the stranger, attracted.
