BroKen
Whatever they were they were amazing, especially with his reddish blonde hair, which he wore cut short.
His arms in the tee shirt he wore were built and covered in some kind of colorful tattoo that she now saw ran up the side of his neck.
She took it all in at a glance while the rest of her stood frozen. Something strange was going on with her respiratory system and he still hadn't spoken. Just stood there looking down at her with her arms held. Have mercy! He must've heard her silent prayer because he took it easy on her and dropped her arms.
"No problem, just be careful okay, you sure you're okay?" Something about his voice made her feel uncomfortably warm. It was smooth, deep, masterful.