He's got a silver-tongue; he could convert a skeptic into a believer faster than you could tie your shoes. His pants are tight, not tight enough to expose him, but tight enough to clue you in. He's clad in a pair of scuffed up combat boots. His laces are double knotted.
She's bold; she could jump off a bridge without so much as second guessing her abilities. Her shoes are tall, not tall enough to tower over someone, but tall enough to assert her dominance. She's donned in a pair of frayed daisy dukes. Her pockets peek out from under the denim.
They don't know it yet, but their worlds are about to collide.