Hareeem
A man figure appeared from the door through the dark. At first, I couldn't quite see him but as he appeared into light, he sat down on a chair in front of me. He had a rime of grey, sand-rough stubble as though he hadn't shaved for days but he seemed to be at peace with it.
and his eyes; They were a dazzle with wonder over a friendly smile. Ha had a Devil-may-care outlook and swashbuckling personality, Titan's shoulders.
"Hello ma'am, you must be Cassie."
Deep voice. He was wearing ritzy clothes. His only blemish was that his eyebrows knitted in frustration, handsome in an understated way. He had a good pair of biceps that showed over his folded sleeves; spoke of strength. He looked as if he were from a Sherlock-Holmes series.