I’d never understood exactly what it meant when someone was described as having a beak for a nose. The only similarities I ever saw between beaks and noses were placement on the face and protrusions. Besides that, it was always apples and oranges to me. But then I saw him as I swept into the classroom.
Brown hair ever so curly falling just so over even lighter brown eyes. A thin mouth twisted in an impish grin. A masculine laugh as he joked around with the guy next to him about a TV series I’d never seen. Sharp angles of a neck jutting up from a bony clavicle just visible under his loose gray T-shirt. I didn’t use to notice such things until I took that stupid art class. Suddenly, I started making mental notes of things like thumbs and clavicles.
And then there was that nose. It should h
