Sarah could not believe how beautiful her dates were lately. First there was Donald with those green eyes she could just disappear into, and now Bob, who was shaking her hand so gracefully.
His eyes were strong and confident. Just by looking at him, she felt she was doing something intimate, sexually and shamefully intimate. Such strong features. The planes and shadows of his face formed a rhythm of light to dark, like a story of the loss of innocence, a story that held Sarah fascinated.