His open-necked shirt matched the color of his eyes, further intensifying their remarkable blueness. The shirt appeared tailored, heightening the broadness of Saul’s shoulders and the brawny muscles in his arms. I imagined his long, lean legs, hidden by his jeans were just as sturdy. I concluded that he worked out often. “Are you okay?” he asked. I felt my cheeks redden. I had just been caught checking him out. But how could I not? The man was undoubtedly attractive. I could almost hear Mel’s high-pitched voice shrill, I told you so. “I was just thinking what great taste in clothes you have.” I cursed myself for the ludicrous explanation. His eyes twinkled. “I’m glad you approve.” From that point, I decided it best if I kept my focus elsewhere. I grabbed my bag. Several beads captured the sunlight streaming through the windscreen causing multi-colored reflections to dance about. It was quite striking and would’ve been enough to entertain me. But I needed more. I rummaged through my bag’s many inhabitants until I discovered what I wanted.
