Meeting Blue

We aren't alone in the room, but the way his piercing eyes follow me makes me feel as though we are. As I move through the room, he hardly moves, but he never takes his eyes off me. He is still - perfectly still - yet somehow not tense or rigid. He is calm and relaxed, but his posture makes me believe that he would be ready to jump into action with a second's notice.

Though I try to ignore him and enjoy the party, I find him oddly fascinating, and I can not stay away.

As I approach, he stands with incredible grace. He is tall and slender with short blonde hair and a clean-shaven face. He nods politely to me but doesn't smile.

"Enjoying the party?" I ask.

"I always enjoy a party," he answers. His jeans and shirt are not an outfit that screams extravagant, but they fit his body so perfectly that I suspect that they might be tailored.

He makes no effort to draw attention to himself. He speaks very little, and when he does, his words are concise. He moves little, but when he does, his movements are intentional and precise. It's almost as though he plans every move he makes, every word he speaks, and yet everything he does is done with such ease and grace that it seems natural.

"I don't think we've met before," I say.

"We've met. You just never noticed me," he says. "I'm always around. You just have to know where to look."