I focus on the man who has spoken. He’s sitting, smoke curling from his lips and my heart drops to my stomach.

This is the devil alright, And as handsome and evil as one, I think crazily.

The man is dressed to the nines, in a slate grey vest and lavender tie. It would look effeminate on another man, but this man makes it look more masculine. It’s probably the two days' growth of stubble on his strong jaw or the devilish glint in his black eyes. Whatever, he’s all man and I ...