He opened the door for me and urged me to get inside. My neighbors were all glancing our way, at a chance to see Prince Jiro Takeshi, for that is what he was, the embodiment of a modern-day prince.
He was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans, and a pair of rubber shoes. His hair was secured in a man ponytail, nothing fancy. He is not even wearing a watch.
And yet, his bearing has always been just like that of a prince. His eyes the color of gold, make him hard to classify as ordinary, no matter how angry I may be. I wasn't blind to these assets, no I wasn't blind at all.
I wasn't blind to his appeal, if at all, trying to convince myself he was ordinary just made me look like a fool.
Jiro was perfection in every way, from the way his thick eyebrows arched, to his aristocratic nose that
