His red hair curls over his forehead boyishly and tapers down the back of his neck. Rogue strands fall into his eyes, and I resist the urge to swipe them away. An adorable pair of glasses rest on his nose and act like a window into his oddly vivid green eyes. He’s dressed in an outfit very similar to mine, a sweater and pants in all black. A thin silver chain peeks out from the collar of his sweater. He doesn’t appear outwardly dangerous. He’s fit but lanky
