James Wesley was a man of expensive taste. Expensive but good taste. That's why it would be an odd scene to see him in a Walmart. But...he had a horrible weakness for Oreos.
It was while he had grabbed a pack of Oreos that he caught sight of a small family shopping. A boy the size of a small whale, a horse-like woman, and –barely seen –was a petite teenager with the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen.
She was rather scrawny herself, but her skin was impressively ivory-colored and almost giving off the impression of being flawless. She had hair that was the shade of raven black and put into a messy bun. Her face was kind of adorable and shaped delicately, almost giving her a fragile look.
His sharp eyes had locked onto her, and she would be memorized and categorized into his head long after his first glimpse of her.