The contrast in them was undeniable. He was six feet four, two hundred ten pounds. She was five foot three, and no more than one hundred pounds. But something drew them together.
Luke stood near the corner of the living room. With a slight lean against the wall, he held his beer in his right hand. His left hand traced the the top of the bottle counter-clock wise and his finger was wet with moisture.
Lukes piercing blue eyes glanced the room. Some of his friends were still around, talking. Drinking. And having a good time at the party. Other faces he didn’t know. He glanced by them and continued to search the room. The face he was looking for wasn’t seen.
He took a swig of his beer and walked to the far end of the room. Still looking left and right. It was late summer and the windows were open and a breeze was lofting into the room. It felt good against his khakis and short sleeve button down shirt Luke wore.
But he still couldnt find her.