I dash across the room over to him, to ensure that he would be seated in one of my tables. Our eyes locked, and he smiles warmly, lighting up his face. “Would you like a table?” I ask. He nods, and I lead him to a private cozy corner, at an open window – table 4. Before sitting down, he takes off his blazer and places it on the seat next to him, he does the same with his tie, and opens the top button of his shirt, showing off some chest hair. I feel a surge of attraction as I get a peek of his chest hair peeking out of his shirt. I notice his muscular arms and chest, hugging his crisp white shirt.