Instead of finding a gauche and awkward Alex on the verge of a disaster like I had envisaged, a surreally cool and dashing version of him met my eyes among the crowd, and the moment seemed to literally freeze in time.
My heart fluttered at the first sight of him clad in classic black tux, his usually unruly hair properly styled transforming him into the refined and polished epitome of the perfect man his ragged looks had always promised. However, what poleaxed me was the potency of his gaze - even from across the grand spacious hall, I could detect a faint sparkle in his eyes which was inexistent before.
In that heavy-loaded moment, I felt something amiss in that scenario – a fleeting ludicrous reasoning seized me that the puzzle did not fit. Alex Harrington, the guy I knew did not mat
