I look back in the hunk's direction, but he isn't there. My eyes do a quick search and I spot him at the reception desk. Lifting up her head from her chair, the receptionist smiles sheepishly and blinks with green light. I don't blame her; no lady would see him and not trip.
Seated on his clean-shaven face is a small nose, perfectly aligned in-between sparkling brown eyes. He is a tall and muscular man, with a charismatic appearance. He has pale, red lips and pointy ears. He's dressed in a black hooded long-sleeve sweatshirt, grey sweat shorts and black canvas sneakers.