The first time I saw him, he reminded me of a durian; rough and tough on the outside, though I was sure that he was soft on the inside. It made me want to know more about him.
He, too, like a durian, had a distinct smell. A smell much like coffee. Mostly because I had just spilled my coffee all over him, but even before it happened, I could smell the faint fragrance of coffee radiating off him.
Although, I admit, he fascinates me, I was afraid. It's not the fact that this enigmatic, heavy coffee drinker had caught my eye that scared me, it was the fact that I knew that I had caught his eye too. Now, he's the apple of mine.