He’s moving around to the tables and he seems
agitated. He’s not looking customers in the face
and he’s barked at Aaron more than once when
he’s been asked to do something. He takes away
the glasses, takes them into the back, and then goes
back to the bar to prepare some more drinks. He
sighs. Continuously. I didn’t think it was possible
for a person to sigh so many times in one minute.
G e e z , I h o p e h e ’s n o t g o i n g t o s t a r t
hyperventilating.
He’s wearing a tight-fitting dark top that
adheres mercilessly to his muscles, and his
pectorals.
Well, there it goes again, my crazy hormones!
I am able to see at least two tattoos just on his
arms; I don’t dare imagine what other ones there
might be on his body.
Oh hormones, you can stop now!
I also happen to know about his tongue
