Leathers had been staring at a young girl standing at the bar for the last hour; it was love at first sight, it had to be, she was an angel, not a bona fide angel, there were two of those drinking at the bar with Ulf. He could not take his eyes off his angel, though. She was wearing a sharp, black suit jacket and a white shirt underneath it that glowed like starlight on the whitest stone in the clearest river. And, if he was not mistaken, she could not take her eyes off him either. At least that is what he hoped she was doing with her eyes because she kept them hidden behind a pair of, what he could tell, even from where he was sitting, were expensive dark sunglasses. Why she was wearing them inside and at this time of night never even crossed his mind; she looked seductive and sexy and my
