I COULDN’T TELL HOW FAR HE WAS JOGGING FROM OR WHERE HE WAS JOGGING TO BUT as he NEARED the pedestrian crossing he jogged in place, while waiting for the stoplight to CHANGE. I was careful not to stare but from what I could see beyond my masked face and head gear pulled too far down on my head, almost obscuring my eyes, he was strikingly handsome. UNLIKE ME, HE WORE NO HEAD PIECE TO PROTECT HIM AGAINST THE COLD TEMPERATURE. THE ONLY PIECE I COULD SEE WAS HIS BLUETOOTH EARPIECE HANGING FROM HIS RIGHT EAR, NEATLY LAYING AGAINST HIS FACE. HE KEPT MOVING ON THE SPOT, LOOKING AROUND AS HE WAITED.
HIS HAIR WAS A SHARP BLACK COLOUR CONTRASTING AGAINST HIS FACE. His red and black jogging suite HUGGED his body IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES GIVING HIM JUST ENOUGH ROOM TO MOVE. THE TOP HAD MOST OF THE RED COLOUR WITH BLACK STAR LIKE PATTERNS ALONG THE ARMS WHILE THE PANTS WERE COMPLETELY BLACK, FLOWING INTO BLACK LACED SNEAKERS.
DID I SEE HIS LIPS MOVE? HIS LIPS WERE AS RED AS THE TOP HE WAS WEARING. AND THOUGH THE AIR WAS COLD THEY LOOKED MOIST AND SEEMED UNPERTURBED BY THE CHILLS. He seemed so at ease and confident of his next move AS THE STOPLIGHT RELEASED HIM FROM HIS STATIONARY JOGGING.