I looked back at the mango shake and felt Rustov approach. It was only then that he was looked at as he sat across from her. I suddenly got conscious after I scanned him briefly. He did it but I think it's more haggard to look at?
I don't find him handsome at all. I have another definition for that word. My handsome is a man with angelic face, soft features and the mestizo type. And I'm sure it wasn't him. His features killed the word angelic. All of him looks hard. There is no trace of tenderness, even in the eyes. He looks like he doesn't have weakness at all, which I'm sure is impossible.
"I thought you weren't coming," I said sarcastically.
"I told you I would take long. Isn't it?"
"Do you have a practice game?"
"No. We're preparing for the event for college students on Monday. So, shall we leave? It's afternoon. You might be late."
