Oscar and his characters

The man she was focused on was very attractive. He was older than her, maybe in his mid-30s, with dark hair, slightly curly and soft looking. Not tall, but fit; the jeans he wore looked very good on him and he filled them out nicely in the back. He wore an off-white button-down shirt that looked soft and silky, and she itched to see if she could feel his biceps under the sleeve that was rolled up just enough to show off his forearms. That thought startled her, and she looked away, embarrassed but curious about her reaction. Frowning, she turned to look at him again, only to find his gaze on her.

She felt her face heat and she looked away again, facing the bar top and her drink. Her heart started racing when she sensed a person come up and sit next to her, knowing who it was. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him.

“Hi,” he said simply, his expression tentative. Almost as if he was uncertain if he should have come over.

“Hi,” Rey said, giving him a soft smile. Her heart was still beating hard in her chest, but that was what she wanted, right? She had never felt this with anyone else since she had started this scheme. This is what she had been looking for. And she certainly did not want to ruin it by making him think she didn’t want his attention.

“I apologize if I’m disturbing you,” he continued. “You looked…” he stopped, licking his lips and biting the lower one before continuing. “…like you were looking for something.”