Norax

"Slender figure, dark brown tousled hair, glasses. The slim fit pants and the oversized muscle shirt complete the look. A look that is very much to my taste. I order two fingers of whiskey, grab my glass and slide on the bar stool next to him. He glances over to me, shyly over the rims of his glasses. I smile charmingly. He is kinda cute. He smiles back. Yep, cute.He turns on his stool, looking at me from the side, observing me over the rim of his whiskey glass. Yes, check me up, take in what you see. I smile again, turning towards him, resting my elbow on the counter and my face in my hand. My eyes wash over him, his figure, his skin. He looks delicate in that shirt that looks as if he nicked it from his bigger brother. “You just here for looking?” He asks after a while. His voice is soft with a low vibration in it, bringing the timbre down to a level that is almost surprising for such a slim figure. And totally tantalizing."