“He took another drag and this time he turned his head to look at me. Hazel eyes. That was the first thing I noticed. Not brown, not green — hazel, with flecks of gold around the iris that caught the yellow light and turned it into something almost warm. His jaw was sharp, shadowed with stubble that said he could grow a beard but had decided against it. There was a scar through his left eyebrow. Small. Easy to miss if you weren't looking.”