He noticed how she was scanning the room and had an idea he knew what she was looking for. Once upon a time he might have done the same. Up to that day a bit over seven years ago, when he had been caught in a building just about to be demolished. Before falling debris had trapped him, broken his cheekbone and jaw and left his face scarred to the point where chatting up a woman in a bar just like that - without spending hours on careful make-up beforehand to conceal the damage - was simply no longer an option.
Now, after the explosion that had added new scars to his face, ones that went up to his hairline and down his throat into the collar of his shirt, that held doubly true.
He concentrated on his drink as one of the young men approached his striking blonde colleague with a proposal that initiated with a snide remark concerning her companion.
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Date: 2010-08-11 09:40 pm (UTC)Now, after the explosion that had added new scars to his face, ones that went up to his hairline and down his throat into the collar of his shirt, that held doubly true.
He concentrated on his drink as one of the young men approached his striking blonde colleague with a proposal that initiated with a snide remark concerning her companion.
That would be he.