Distractions

There were five boys, equally large with even, square shoulders, and tanned, marble skin. They all wore similar shirts, different colors, but similar all the same. Each muscle could clearly be seen, each vein evident. Each was hunched over the table eating slowly, their flat jaws moving up and down. Except for one. He was staring directly at me, but when I met his gaze, he turned away, almost like he had never been looking at all. He had, though. Hadn’t he? I couldn’t see his entire face, just the side, although I had a feeling it was perfect. Intimidation washed through me, and for once, I had no idea who to classify this bunch as. Surely they weren’t related, but their similarities were extremely mystifying.

“Who are they?”