Present
Ellison
By the time I stepped out of the hostel building it was already fifteen minutes past seven and he was already there waiting for me. Standing there with his hands in his jeans pockets, legs crossed at the ankles and blue eyes trained on me as I made my way to him. He seemed so at ease whereas I had spent half of my day being a nervous wreck. But what took me by surprise as I neared him was the clothes he was wearing. Ripped denim blue jeans and a white t-shirt, with sleeves rolled up on his biceps. He looked totally different and more handsome. His blue eyes were twinkling and it appeared that I was meeting with a totally different guy than the one I had met this morning or the one I had met a year ago. This wasn’t a stuck up asshole dressed in thousands dollars of suit, n
