While waiting for the train in the cold Boston dusk, I shivered and bunched my collar closer to my neck. I looked to my left and saw him. My eyes met his for just a little to long, and I looked away knowing he couldn't see my flushed face in the dimming light.
He wore a long trench coat, steel gray and carried an expensive briefcase in his left hand. I noticed his boots were exotic looking - like snakeskin or eel, but seemed to fit in nicely with his appearance and carriage. I wondered why a smoldering man, shoulder length hair, dark piercing eyes would be in Boston in January. He looked out of place from all the usual commuters. ......
