sensitive

He watched as the sandy-haired man glanced his way, his blue eyes widening just slightly. Perhaps in recognition. Perhaps that was more than he could hope for. After a moment the man’s gaze drifted away, back to the coffee cup in front of him.

He tamped down his disappointment. Somehow he should have realized that this would not be that easy.

He hovered in the doorway of the seedy café, wondering if he ought to enter. But he could not resist the pull of the man seated at the counter. He approached. Blue eyes flashed to him.

“Jim.”