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saintgilbert H/D, 100 words (I think)
He's wearing spectacles. “You're wearing glasses,” I say. He doesn't answer, except to raise an eyebrow. I flush. Well done, Captain Obvious. He looks good. Older, certainly, but still dignified; hard. My eyes travel down the line of his chest, across the- I flush again. My eyes dart back to his face, finding the eyebrow still raised, but the hint of a smile playing across his mouth. I take in his whitening hair, his flashing grey eyes. The silver frames suit him. Another thing on which the light catches. I wonder if he complains about catching my attentions.
He's wearing spectacles. “You're wearing glasses,” I say. He doesn't answer, except to raise an eyebrow. I flush. Well done, Captain Obvious. He looks good. Older, certainly, but still dignified; hard. My eyes travel down the line of his chest, across the- I flush again. My eyes dart back to his face, finding the eyebrow still raised, but the hint of a smile playing across his mouth. I take in his whitening hair, his flashing grey eyes. The silver frames suit him. Another thing on which the light catches. I wonder if he complains about catching my attentions.
