Luis.
Vivienne sighed and greeted him quickly as he took his seat. He was dressed in dark grey slacks and a vintage shirt. A leather sandal adorned his feet and Vivienne swore that she had never seen a sandal like this look so good on a man. He had nice feet, she could tell from the slight glance she gave his feet.
When she looked up at him, he was watching her with a steady gaze. His hair was slicked back and bunched up behind his head and he had a five o'clock shadow covering a part of his chin. He looked refreshed. Like he was coming out from some exotic home in Hawaii.
"You're ten minutes late," Vivienne pointed out. "I expected you to be the extremely punctual type,"
Luis shrugged like he didn't give a care in the world. "At least I came. You should be happy about that,"
Vivienne frowned, getting slightly offended. His lack of politeness irked her. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
