The man standing next to me in the Classic Literature section of the bookstore has interesting taste. Surreptitiously, I’ll look up every now and then to see what else is in his stack of books; I can’t see all the titles, but from what I can tell, it’s an eclectic mix of occult philosophy, poetry, history, and something I can’t quite make out. Some kind of fiction, maybe. Given the section we’re both browsing, that seems to be a reasonable assumption to make.
He’s also very good-looking, for an older man. Hair dark sable, with strands of silver – a shade of brown so dark that it’s almost black. On second glance, maybe it is black. I can’t tell in this lighting. Nice wool dress trousers, silk shirt, both slightly rumpled, both in dark hues. Slender – unusually so – I suspect he has muscl
