Idan didn't immediately understand why his gaze lingered on the guy who entered.
Contractors kept coming into the Coldhouse, looking for coolness, booze, or maybe trouble. Against the background of this noisy stream, another group of young people should not have attracted much attention.
But they attracted him.
More precisely, he was attracted to this guy.
The guy walked ahead so casually, as if the room already belonged to him.
Not defiant, not arrogant, and that was what annoyed Idan the most. There was no ostentatious attempt to attract attention, but attention still clung to him.
Several girls at the next table watched him go.
One of the waitresses, setting down the glasses, lost her movement for a moment. Even among his companions, he looked as if the others were unwittingly adjusting to his pace.
Idan stared at him in silence, feeling a strange, uncomfortably familiar irritation rising inside.
Handsome.
Definitely Handsome.
