The gentle creak of leather would be the first thing to draw your attention to him and as you glance over, you'd be treated to one of the gentlest smiles you've ever seen on even gentlier lips. Honey dipped, but dark eyes seem to watch your every movement, as if taking in every detail about you, yes of course "take a picture, it'd last longer".

Ah, but no, he continues to watch silently, while drinking a red liquid from a wine glass that he seems to savour just a little too much and as he decides to approach you, you notice a soft, gently grace that would be matched by no one and most females would envy.

Eyes hold yours through his mass of shaggy black hair with a depth that would be startling to most, so filled with emotion it's amazing he's not bursting with it.

And you wonder, even as his scent surrounds and overwhelms you, so you're almost forced to memorize and be calmed by it, just exactly who is this stranger? Where did he come from, what of his past...

...Ghosts of the past.