@foughtagodbehind711 Donald looked at Joe with fiery eyes, his orange tinting ever more red as he stood there towering over him. Joe shifted nervously, feeling both attracted and threatened by his presence.
"Why are you looking at me like that?," Joe mumbled.
"We both know why," Donald answered.
"And what exactly would that be?," Joe pressed, his face flushing red.
"You. I'm looking at you. And you are looking right back at me."
Donald stepped even closer to Joe, his chest brushing past his arm. He put himself right in his face, leaving no room for questions or escape. The two men shared a long silence, both thinking the same thing. They knew it. There was something here.
