He’s almost to me now, his eyes burning into mine, but the closer he gets, the clearer they become – for me. You’d never see it – or believe it, for that matter - with the way his body’s moving. With his arms hanging loose at his sides, his easy strides, a shadow of a grin tipping those lips, and his chin held high, he oozes confidence. Or smugness, depending on how you look at it. His face is a cold mask for all those around him to see, but for whatever reason, I see the vulnerability hidden deep in his dark orbs. He’s not hiding it from me. He
