❝the sacred and the profane.❞ describing him as comely, would be an understatement. even with sweatpants and an old t-shirt, concluded to sending my hormones on overdrive. his brown tousled hair looked unmade, and his eyes seems to be an unusual color of blue. with a hardened jaw he closes the door behind him, enough to be heard throughout the whole diner. i took a deep breath, inhaling his overly strong cologne. naturally, i found myself nearly falling asleep on the powerful scent. however, his broad frown prevented that and instead it transformed the morning darker. i struggled to keep my breathing unacknowledged, as his walking figure blurred.