The man was slowly advancing along the sidewalk, his steps casual and relaxed. He was walking through a bustle created by numerous groups of high schoolers. The noise was making him feel slightly tired and irritated.
Why did I have the brilliant idea of parking so far away from the school? He berated himself inwardly, letting out a frustrated huff.
When he brushed a hand through his neatly styled hair, the brown strands shifted and gleamed in the morning sun, sending a few girls into a fangirl frenzy.
"Did you see that guy?"
"Who is he?"
"He's so handsome!"
"Look at his clothes! They fit him so well!"
"And his hair looks so soft and beautiful!"
"I could stare at him forever!"
Humph. Forever is a long time, young one. He mused, but couldn't stop the satisfied smile that tugged at his lips.
Yes, he was indeed handsome and very well dressed. He knew that already.
