Standing at about five foot seven, the man scanned the crowd as though he were looking for someone. Even at this distance, my superior eyesight could pick out the light dusting of freckles across his nose. His eyes were green with flecks of gold and were wide as he cast his gaze across the dance floor. He bit his lip and shook his hands like he was expending nervous energy. My eyes zipped down his lean body. Unlike most clubgoers, his skin was covered by a light-blue buttoned shirt and tight black jeans. His dark hair was longer on top, distracting curls falling across his forehead.
