He's Pretty and He Knows It - the bastard

There's this guy I know - whom I've never really conversed with aside from the required exchange of questions and answers involved if I want to get my drink - who is really pretty.

Like, cute pretty.

From another angle, real masculine chiseled good-looks: great jaw, great bone structure, flirty sharp, cheeky eyes, and lips that make you think dirty thoughts.

Did I mention that he's tall?

I can't remember the last time I was so thrown off by a guy.

And the most unnerving thing about this is, he knows it. The curve of his lips is just so, and the way he asks these questions is just so, and the twinkle in his eyes make it just so. Nerve-wrecking bastard.

Still, he is pretty. *sigh*

by: shy