“He’s the man of my dreams.” She told us, but none of us knew what the fuss was about.
Gaunt and pale, with a shock of wild, ink-black hair, his presence struck us as off-putting. Otherworldly, as though he was somehow apart from what was going on around him.
Still, he made her happy and that’s what’s important, so we tried to welcome him into our social circle as best we could.
And he was better than her ex. That guy was creepy. Funny, in a sarcastic way, but always with an undercurrent of menace.
The fedora/sweater/glove ensemble didn’t help…