Even with the shadow cast by the brim of his hat, I could easily see his eyes. They were such a bright white that they actually glowed. Which made it painfully, terribly obvious that they were now laser-focused on the window. Or, to be specific, the annoying Peeping Tom of a human with her nose pressed to the glass like a greedy kid at a shop’s display. Was there a female version of a Peeping Tom? Peeping Tina? Peeping Tory? Peeping Too-Bad-Your-Alien-Fiance-Is-About-To-Send-Your-Human-Ass-Straight-Back-Because-He-Just-Discovered-What-An-Idiot-You-Are?
