He opened the door for me and urged me to get inside. My neighbors were all glancing our way, at a chance to see Prince Jiro Takeshi, for that is what he was, the embodiment of a modern-day prince.
He was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans, and a pair of rubber shoes. His hair was secured in a man ponytail, nothing fancy. He is not even wearing a watch.
And yet, his bearing has always been just like that of a prince. His eyes the color of gold, make him hard to classify as ordinary, no matter how angry I may be. I wasn't blind to these assets, no I wasn't blind at all.
I wasn't blind to his appeal, if at all, trying to convince myself he was ordinary just made me look like a fool.
Jiro was perfection in every way, from the way his thick eyebrows arched, to his aristocratic nose that made his face look royalty, and the way those wicked lips painted his face, no not even delusion can take this away from him.
