The Heart Heist (on hold)

Xander: How they see me

. Sweat ran down my back and my feet began to ache as I ran through the Hong Kong International airport dodging hundreds of people. Even though I haven't showered in three days and did I mention that I really sweaty, all the women looked at me in awe and when I looked back at them I saw them swoon. I am use to the affect I have on woman, but I'm not proud of it. They look at me like I'm a god or a piece. While the people I work with look at me like I'm a spy, an agent, an operative. Then my family looks at me like I'm a thief and sometime even an artist.

I made my way through the airport in a flash and left my tails in the dust or should I say the ground. While I was on the plane back to the U.S, my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it began to draw random lines on my sketch pad. Within an hour I looked down at my work and saw that I drew a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair and gray eyes. This was the girl I saw in my dreams every night. Even though I have been all over the world, I have never seen a girl that beautiful. I guess that's why she is only a dream, a figure of my imagination and my subconscious mind.