//Could you watch my bags??//

I jolted out of the literary world in which I was immersed, to find a man asking if I'd mind his bags while he went to the washroom.

Sure, I replied.

I was sitting at a corner table in Timmies, drinking black coffee and reading Mystic River. It was early, around 9:30, so the place was crammed full of caffeine hounds wanting their fix. I hadn't noticed the man at the next table over until that moment.

He gave me a smile and got up. He looked to be in his early thirties, was incredibly tall and built solidly. Not bad looking either...

He came back, sat down and said thank you. He picked up his coffee cup, and then I noticed it.

He had the most beautiful hands I have ever seen. Seriously.

They were tan, perfectly proportioned, with long, slim fingers and perfectly shaped fingernails.

Honest to Buddha, I have never seen more perfect hands. He instantly became even hotter. I went back to my book, noticing out of the corner of my eye that he was glancing at me once and awhile.

I looked over as he stood up and got his bags, and smiled.

//You have a nice day...//

He said, and walked away.

Oh, I think I will.